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Adapting the coloured trend to every style sandwiched between flash-like memories, polaroid meteors on the visual map and rhythms, green themselves, and the sunsets as real as a drop of water dripping off the coat of a human being returning home after riding the rain, for the rain.

Tangible pauses, sandwiched between action and no-action

No prediction will ever tell you what is to come.

You open a jar, using the knife with the fine edge

You feel the ceramics of a gold plated Japanese cup, so light, the whole cup, with empty or full content, made as if light had spread the mud under its weight, making it almost imponderable - the repeatable, repeated muddy mess is what gives the weight its lightness.

Bundles of good fortune curating existence.

No one can really tell foundations lie solely on this sort of messy, repeating encounters turned into patterns.

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Photo: Personal Archive

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