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Last Visit to Cinema Palacio

A set of cracks announces the age of its walls, as though, in the end, interiority must reveal the narrow geometries of its veins, distilled in continuous corrugations we liken to the content of maps. The rhythmic sound of creaky … Continue reading

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Happiness

used to be 3am cheeseburgers, shipwrecked in Diet Coke and swirls of attitude about the stripper at Club Predicament next door. We were always blown away by patterns that owned his thighs, tattoos of abstract horticulture that wrapped their fortitudes … Continue reading

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