a deer in the headlights
September 9th, 2005
There was no art to this week. Blurry lights, childhood suburbs revisited, snatches of sleep, flashing lights, coloured cables, racks and cages and liberal use of conf t. Did I make it out alive? awake? I’m not sure just yet, but if you don’t throw yourself at your work, what’s the point?
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