2020-11-13 05:58

Gradually we notice the grasp of everything.
They could be everything.
Everything began spending, all afternoon,
began to evoke the grave crimes of

evolution. Blind.

Exactly what fails in film
is still held hostage.
Except as self, not as other.

Except with humans, excited anonymity.


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