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❝ Language bearers, Photographers, Diary makers. You with your memory are dead, frozen. Lost in a present that never stops passing. Here lives the incarnation of matter. A language forever.
❝ The black and white footage, along with the lack of audio replaced by strange sounds on loop, does nothing but transport the viewer into a hallucinated and timeless dimension.
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