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A sonic scrapbook
"David Bowie is asking me if there is life on Mars. I am asking him if there is life on Earth."
-COSMONAUTS/NOTS/KNOTS
ORIGIN STORY / STORY ORIGIN
LOVE AS A BLACK HOLE, twitching chaos-mouth hung somewhere in the heavens. love as a greased up, pearl-shining galaxy. love as a whirling wound in the universe, bleeding neon. love as unlockable cryptic equations, scrawled on the rings of saturn. love as cosmic collapse of all: expanding and contracting always to expand again. love as a pair of baby's footprints haunting the surface of mars. love as an army of stars, spattered across a ribcage. love as law of infinite returns. love as holy entropy. love as a black hole, coming to swallow us whole, coming to swallow us home.
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