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There is a 回転する 天井 there, a 一つの stamped sheet with 回転する spikes. Each is a pit of 否定的な thinking, or maybe just the existence of 否定的な things. The 暗い 風 propels its spinning form. The edges of the 風景 have no thickness, and yet it lives, full and flat, in the third dimension. |
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