The endless grey and rippling robes of Orion on a mild California night. Changing company, changing scenery. The silhouette of a small rabbit against the neon-lit hill. Building stronger hearts a footfall at a time. White tape for cracked fingers; hands growing chalked from pockmarked boulders. Familiar and manufactured, like an entire culture of synthetics. Images and plastiques, more real than the original progenitors.
2:58 p.m. - 2020-01-22
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