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I reach and all I sense is a white
video installation, 2022.
intimate disasters of a dissolving empire of time lost, (crash series).
and suddenly there is a tidal wave
now that you've made me want to die
there's a filter that pushes the clay
the bricks that built the cathedral (future semiotics)
I reach out and all I sense is a white bloodless fog
they see you the way you see you
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