National Endowment for the Arts
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Second Person (after Martin Ott)
Hold X. You, everlasting, fall into the voidheavy abyss. No? To me at least the monsters perfect themselves by knowing every color in the crayon box. Certainty. Statistically ineffable erasures graze out among the butter green mean of grasses weeds and plants indigenous to a given area over geologic time, available for a limited time…