Ugo RondinoneDogdays Are Over, 1996 - 1998
The evening passes like any other. Men and women float alone throught the air. They drift past my window like the weather. I close my eyes. My heart is a moth fluttering against the walls of my chest. My brain is tangle of spiders wriggling and roaming ar, 1998
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