The Shoreditch Gallery Rejection Note

Dear Delyara, I received a short, automated email from the gallery coordinator in Shoreditch this afternoon, dismissing my contemporary art jewelry portfolio with two lines of polite, empty corporate jargon about "not aligning with their current curatorial direction." A hot, bitter wave of pure fury slammed straight into my throat the moment I read it. They didn't even look at the actual pieces; they just scanned a spreadsheet and clicked a template button. I spent three months in the dark after my shifts, burning my fingers on the torch and breathing in polishing compound, trying to put my actual soul into those silver lines, and some kid in a designer sweater dismissed it in five seconds. The rage at how this city treats independent work is making my blood feel like liquid heat.