IN THE ARCHITECTURALLY FASHIONED MEMORY OF WHAT IS NOW MODERN

  I am of an age that is ageless, the very essence that lingers somewhere between shadow and light; that indescribable grey matter separating all that aligns itself with black from all that derives its purity from white. I am the illusive thread tying together the journey, the twisting and twirling of cloths weaving together […]

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