Saturday, April 9, 2022

Vision [40]

"The stomach contracted all the way down to the infinity of my pupils.  Fascinated by an artificial reality which is nothing more than a copy of the original.  A deformed and badly remembered memory.  Nights.  Endless nights, immersed in the monochrome of my measurements, illuminated only by the green and faint reflection of the last instrument I have left." (Ebro)

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