Themes for Essay #2

Memory slips through my fingers, grains of sand beached in a no where land.

The body dissected into an instrument of commodification, cuts through countless images, real and imaginary.

Sequence becomes the phantom of fragmentation.

The smell of dank earth and leaves in the dusk of rain and insects somewhere in the dark, foreign territory to the great wilderness of urbanity

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Themes for Essay #2

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