Wound
I‘m wound.
I feel like a jittery flicker of myself. A 16mm image projected on a concrete wall, full of scratches and skips. Jump-cuts.
I want to hose down and be clean in the air outside.
One, two, three…
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I‘m wound.
I feel like a jittery flicker of myself. A 16mm image projected on a concrete wall, full of scratches and skips. Jump-cuts.
I want to hose down and be clean in the air outside.
One, two, three…
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