Our architecture reeks of devotion.
Convincing once, forgotten twice.
We persist. We fold. We collapse.
Collective attempts at uniqueness unravel into repetition.
Pretend at space.
We are the queue made fragile, ceremonial, nervous.
“Are we threshold or ruin?”
“Both. And something else entirely.”
The cut is ritual.
The ritual, ruin.
Let it stain your perception, because you’re worth it <3
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meteora S-1
@alejandra_richard @yven.de 
