Skieshapes.
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drawings of clouds.
No. Points on a time scale.
White scars on black paper.
Have you ever felt
time not flowing?
Frozen. Cut into fragments.
Going nowhere.
Each drawing a slice of existence.
But existence itself—
maybe not real.
Just maths.
A programme.
I saw pixels appear.
Not additions,
but absence.
Paper cut away.
Void breaking through matter,
engraved with
