Here, there is an explorer, who comes across an archive / grave / lab / tomb / home, filled with these things, our things, familiar / unfamiliar. This unsettled discovery emerges out of some parallel time, both my own and someone else’s. The room is decaying with the ambiguous sinews that bind us and our bodies together / apart. Here you can smell this impulse to keep, to hold, hide, to treat…
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