Stepping out of the calm, single mirrored room, I think of what I want out of my life, my journey, and my art. Emancipation; Understanding; Knowledge; a fellowship across space and time, kinship with other to free art from the surface and pulls apart. And i step out into London. And the blast of events forthcoming feels as if to me a great wave, where my eyes land carving up the words itinerant meanings parts laughter rushing cars and fashion to step step step and I cherish, stop, to cherish this moment.
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