A dust-coated trove of intimate beauty. Against a dark, swelling atmosphere, lightness drifts like an antique perfume and traces memories through the air.
Halos of perception ripple in a black temporary lake. Senses are alight in total darkness. Under torchlight I see a white spider build a web in wet glitter. Traffic becomes a tactile instrument ringing through 300km of tunnels to where I am. When we speak it reverberates for 32 seconds. You tell me stories from 1991. Every moment is extended when under the damp earth. Even the walls have a voice. An amulet of sweat forms on my neck.
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A dust-coated trove of intimate beauty. Against a dark, swelling atmosphere, lightness drifts like an antique perfume and traces memories through the air.
Halos of perception ripple in a black temporary lake. Senses are alight in total darkness. Under torchlight I see a white spider build a web in wet glitter. Traffic becomes a tactile instrument ringing through 300km of tunnels to where I am. When we speak it reverberates for 32 seconds. You tell me stories from 1991. Every moment is extended when under the damp earth. Even the walls have a voice. An amulet of sweat forms on my neck.
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