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  • Finding a flowery violet archway, heavy with scent, heavy with weight, halfway down a dead end road. Finding an opportunity to use this as some kind of rite of passage. I like these shapes nature takes. I like how they propel my own intellectual rituals. I like these impromptu starting lines or finishing lines; whatever I need them to be, depending on the day, or the struggle. I like imagining where I am now and how complete or messy or wildly alive I'll be when I get to the other side. I like imagining transformation half way down a dead end street, while I'm on my way to watch the sun go down.

    Song: Phone Call by Jon Brion
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