These are my friends and u are welcomed into this space. This space has several chantings, internal ones, made to make u loose time to understand all of this. They compose a web of mystery between visuality and chanting. These are my friends and they require your understanding. This is one of the chantings. Whisper it carefully:
“Led light drops braiding my hair
the tips of the fingers painted with colors mixed and unmatched
delay on the bell chimes sound – echoing through every material in the room
it’s vibration becomes each molecule of my body until
i recognize something within “me” – it is solid and eroded as a rock
a beach of desires sand of unfinished businesses”
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