i  make images            but  i am not   a photographer

i  make images            but  i am not   a photographer

  my day is beginning

my day is beginning

  i am third in line               wherever  

i am third in line               wherever  

  each of us at our own pace , our own process

each of us at our own pace , our own process

  i am often confused             whether ascending or descending

i am often confused             whether ascending or descending

  at that moment     i felt   that i had just narrowly escaped

at that moment     i felt   that i had just narrowly escaped

  perfection is not hard, it's soft

perfection is not hard, it's soft

  the whole city chanted tribe-like   under one god

the whole city chanted tribe-like   under one god

  conservatorium

conservatorium

 reducing the content, editing in eyes, in brains

reducing the content, editing in eyes, in brains

  i

i

  ii

ii

  iii

iii

  editing the street    edit it

editing the street    edit it

  all that flies through space into our eyes

all that flies through space into our eyes

  iv

iv

  remove assumed horizon

remove assumed horizon

  v

v

  vi

vi

  i  make images            but  i am not   a photographer
  my day is beginning
  i am third in line               wherever  
  each of us at our own pace , our own process
  i am often confused             whether ascending or descending
  at that moment     i felt   that i had just narrowly escaped
  perfection is not hard, it's soft
  the whole city chanted tribe-like   under one god
  conservatorium
 reducing the content, editing in eyes, in brains
  i
  ii
  iii
  editing the street    edit it
  all that flies through space into our eyes
  iv
  remove assumed horizon
  v
  vi

i  make images            but  i am not   a photographer

my day is beginning

i am third in line               wherever  

each of us at our own pace , our own process

i am often confused             whether ascending or descending

at that moment     i felt   that i had just narrowly escaped

perfection is not hard, it's soft

the whole city chanted tribe-like   under one god

conservatorium

reducing the content, editing in eyes, in brains

i

ii

iii

editing the street    edit it

all that flies through space into our eyes

iv

remove assumed horizon

v

vi

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