Still an onion of blind-sighted sacrifice to exploitable weakness. A post-truth, bloodletting suspension of disbelief beyond a Kafkaesque avoidance of futility. Hard collage, scanned and reworked,

clearing physical belongings.

Receiving sigils from masked and muted goddesses.

Freshly voided halfway leap into liminality before creative release. Exhibition as renunciation rather than celebration.

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