a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
the paragraph we advisor asked me to delete from we thesis, I did. And, now, poetry
Some opening to a dystopian future’s path: multiplied and automated body, in a space emptied of flesh, but filled with social imposition.
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