wilbur-loud

April 26, 2025

No matter how loud the guitar is and how much you jump around and sweat and get angst-ridden, eventually you have to go home, be polite, and kiss your mother on the cheek.

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“There is no longer even time for the image to become image.”

Jean Baudrillard | The Intelligence of Evil

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