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I look into a frame -- portrait or picture, doesn't matter. It is a black mass swirling in an implied, illustrated wind. I see myself in the blackness. Standing, waiting in the reflection of the frame. I begin to feel the wind, doomed to be surrounded by the blackness. Once I turn off the light and the frame can no longer reflect -- it just is exactly what it is.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
reflection
I look into a frame -- portrait or picture, doesn't matter. It is a black mass swirling in an implied, illustrated wind. I see myself in the blackness. Standing, waiting in the reflection of the frame. I begin to feel the wind, doomed to be surrounded by the blackness. Once I turn off the light and the frame can no longer reflect -- it just is exactly what it is.
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
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