An urban labyrinth of synthetics. Half-melted road cones a simultaneous bleached-and-filthy shade of safety orange. Parks overgrown, and too wide at the asphalt line. An untended house that smells faintly of geriatricism. The bones of rotten fruit beside a filmy pitcher. A room gilded with Forer effects. Divine geometry and countless tarot decks. Privilege carved into the stair banisters from infinite tracing hands. Rigid plastic in the space between performances. All ostensibly relegated to disappointment. And enough disgust to go around.
4:39 p.m. - 2021-07-21
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