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edging closer and closer to completing, to ease of use, to quick and dirty updates to a project long since dead, like black ops of intelligence agencies, the mole projects, the sleepers. photographs, i heard this morning are like half truths, capturing the essense of a single point in time, nothing before, nothing after, just that single instant. which is the basis of things, many still images make up movies, images of light on the retina, change flux, like the stuff you use to clean a soldering iron remote controls, large ambitions, more and more without a ground to stand on.
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