Ending another day, welcoming another night. Conversations off the known tracks. Rabbit holes of different archives, including digital history, suddenly digging through images and words compiled ages ago, by oneself and others, and trying to figure out whether memories that seem tied to them are ones own. Chapters and paragraphs of irrelevance, but strangely drawn to it by its very aesthetics. Resuming old projects, still just to notice they don't resonate anymore. Looking back, dreaming forth. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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