A long journey through the ventral eczemas of a dove just taking flight. A repeated and disturbing madness of cloudy and veiled sounds, lost in atmospheric stains of metallic shades, a delirium of minutes and minutes spent staring at the void that opens up before you; which opens in a frantic expansion, pushing ever more towards your eyes, immersing itself in your hallucinated and wet irises, whispering in your ear the disorientation, the loss of senses, of a conscious state. Revolution..
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