Follow the Rhythm of My Heart Before it Melts Like Cheese 2020
Trying to draw a line between two things, putting two words next to each other, looking at something, no wait, look again, wait, be your own AI, putting those things together, twining them with thought thread that resonates, vibrates, ripples, the pulses bubble the blood in your chest, and the air from those bubbles float up your throat and into the skull, where they gestate, grow, and evaporate, before condensing on the relevant parts of your brain. Condensed in this space is the general questioning of various STUFF: Friendship, intimacy, closeness, farness, physical and digital boundaries.
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