This story is a love story. It's a love story that looks like it's about someone you don't know, but it's about you, and that's why it's always so uncomfortable to be writing this in public. There are things that I won't say in public, so the story won't have everything, but there are enough spaces between words, and fragments that are left out, so that you would recognize those spaces and fill them with the same things I'm leaving out, so that we're still talking here, and we're talking about the same things here, because we're always talking about the very same thing.
Ongoing dialogue with you about media, performance, ritual. Reflections of you, traces of me, shadows playing in the dark when no one can see.
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