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apropos of nothing other than the title on page 14
on not being able to visit architecture
The imperfect render; long streaks of shadow the hand that lays the bricks that cuts the lath that presses the plaster the arm that smooths the wall over and over
I never see this now, all cleaned away in photoshop nor the sound of traffic bouncing off sheets of buildings across windy plazas patrolled by security with paramilitary hats and holsters
The lady of Shalott, from her tower surveilling, the watcher in the night, she was half sick of shadows. Surveilled, malls and gaudy dustless under the fluorescent gaze Please, give me a shadow I am half sick of glare I want to see some architecture to feel its contradictions with my hands, its critical flaws, its surfaces, its failures and its beauty
wwr i triint ign please, let me go somewhere other than here
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