I don’t need to contribute anything but I will try anyway. An art practice. An act. A releasing sensation, entangling relations, never-ending changes, a millions littles spaces rippling in different places, finding a place to, residing sensation, enchanted translation, If ‘I am me’ then who is ‘you in thee’?

I feel the ‘you see in me’ what ‘I see in they’ an echo mirrors, it’s rippled across these places, forever, everything changes.

I’m acting ‘me’ but you will see a ‘thee’ later. Entangled. An actor. Narrated.

INTENT 2‘22
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