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The Hidden Life of Objects


If I scrape my life clean of all significances, then I would tell you that I spend my days shifting black and brown spheroids and cuboids from Point A to Point B, draining them of their contents of multifarious shapes, forms and colours and dispersing these around the inside of a large rectanguloid. Continue reading

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