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Apr 2022
But you're dead, I said. 
From which angle, he asked. 
No, I reiterated, I mean that you are literally physically dead. 
He laughed.
Oh that, he said. It's just a phase I'm going through. 
Dead is dead, I argued. 
And art is art, he answered, and went back to his work.
Written by
Joe Thompson
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