Clouded, farther than the periphery, smeared electronics flood the stairwell. banished formants glow through chain links. a distant storm, an empty breeze is stuck on pause. shapes contest their own shadows in the noise. my mind is hunted, tangled and wrung out by endless phantom waves. offer them the REPLIKA.2 hearts
Lusine + Dustin O’Halloran + Stray Theories + ZENИTH.
We float like gourds on the current of the stream.
The function of the wrestler is not to win; it is to go through the motions which are expected of him.2 hearts