Julie Cameron Gray | A DAY OF NOTHING IN THE MULTIVERSE

A DAY OF NOTHING IN THE MULTIVERSE What comes next doesn’t really matter. A stripe of light, watered down, the television a parliament of owls to wind me up, set the tension on an internal spring. Considering this: definitions are softening. What is the world if not an arctic of sound, a bowl of…

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