Sputterings of melancholy and nostalgia. Time escapes from us in strange ways, excusing itself like a guest at the party, never really saying goodbye, shutting the door before you can say goodnight; in the hyper-fragmented time of the screen, time is a kind of ghost, a hallucination in which you sense that something has happened—that your material, embo…
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