The transmutation of lovers on an empty weekend. Old reel films rattling out background music. The rapidfire click-click-click-click-click of unheeded images flashing away the hours. Joyous subjugation under the watchful acolytes of Rowling and Carroll. Chasing naps just out of reach of oxytocin-laced eyes. A game for two, played with small handfuls of stolen minutes. Assymetrical stakes to snag attentions. But really, a rules-framework in the shape of an actprison.
10:45 a.m. - 2018-12-10
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