Description
It’s still unbearably hot in the factory. The walls pulse, radiating the day’s fierce heat. Feverish dusk begins to settle, a feverish wind from the desert stirs. The birds have gone mad—a flurry, a scream, deafening. A constant rise and fall. Insects hum and swarm around. Wings and cries. This is all their moment. As a human, merely a tolerated alien, in this frenzy. I close my eyes. I disintegrate. Something else is taking over.
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artifacts of notation. 1 drawing with chalk and pencils on white paper, 65 x 50 cm
