"she registers the passage of time
by documenting several of its phases,
calling attention to the immanent
imperfection of it all."
you won't see the colors here
smell the flowers
feel Nature's transience
smell the tropic funk
virtual reality
a pile of junk
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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