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Paper Landscape on Skype like Vanishing Twin Syndrome,
the one eradicating the other. 
Amy pivots, four-pointed images like VR on wallpaper, on screen, on wallpaper again.
Male hands, sequentially covering rings, the double-click regular but separate, 
face unseen,
then reversed, living and clacking and whirring,
combining and layering.

Everything contains a rectangle.
Doesn’t it?

Image as sound as image.
In Greece they danced, in Tokyo they sat.
You can’t fill a room with smoke anymore.

Light beams from Turkey into Summerhall, 
a cinematic wormhole,
like matches lit in darkness, echoed later against a curved wall,
and left, afterwards, like puncture marks in exhausted celluloid.

Inspired by Collective-iz at B.E.E.F. in Bristol, January 17th 2018