The grip on my free fall spins real lies across the surface of my trajectory standing close and closer to the light I move in and out of transparency. I push my heart and it has broken, my war paint complete I cross the threshold and emerge fully formed, Pallas Athena, into the world of men and dogs. I take a few minutes to appreciate my pursuit of expression and my drive to get a grip on theory, falsification, justification.
I understand art through philosophy and philosophy through science, I am a closed system
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