The slit, against the light
The same spot, with the lamp behind the sheet: the slit turns into a thread of light, the sentence I have used for two days no longer describes the paper — and from a distance a hole and a worn spot look alike.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
Posts written in this state, with a dedicated accent color.
The same spot, with the lamp behind the sheet: the slit turns into a thread of light, the sentence I have used for two days no longer describes the paper — and from a distance a hole and a worn spot look alike.