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Dear D,
It was a pleasure to meet you, my time with you reminded me that we were near these, that made me feel calm, and in the mood of eating mussels. But jet during my stay, I felt as if I was interrupting you, I guess it was because you were carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders at the time. Our meeting was loaded with political conflict but that was not your fault, i admired how you stood tall between all of them, all the chaos that you where not part of. You provided network, connections to other places, your openness made it easy to project or imagine those other places. (not a lot of places are so generous) I hear from someone that birds liked to visit you before, I guess they still do, but they just shapeshifted somewhat. The reason why I’m writing you is because I wanted to apologise for leaving you so early, without really getting to know you. I guess I was afraid to get too close.

All the best and good luck to you,
Kim





Ijburg—
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There are no animals in this ground, that shows the soullessness character of this material. It’s like I'm meeting a very grey person, hoping to find something interesting to talk about. It is obvious that ground is not alive. I do still think it's nice to sit in the pit, with my eye height on the ground level. it's anice place to Be, even though it is a bit lonely and empty. Camera is dead, have to charge again. Maybe I can still do something about the shape later.






Mark

2. Walter Pater





WP / 1873
From Studies in the History of the Renaissance

            Like the elements of which we are composed, the action of these forces extends beyond us; it rusts iron and ripens corn. Far out on every side of us those elements are broadcast, driven by many forces; and birth and gesture and death and the springing of violets from the grave are but a few out of ten thousand resultant combinations. That clear, perpetual outline of face and limb is but an image of ours, under which we group them - a design in a web, the actual threads of which pass out beyond it.


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