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The real is consumed and goes up in smoke. All that's left is an elusive shape, endlessly transforming. The frame limits its ascent to the top, depriving us of its disappearance in the air.
The real is consumed and goes up in smoke. All that's left is an elusive shape, endlessly transforming. The frame limits its ascent to the top, depriving us of its disappearance in the air.
