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The tape surfs the interface sense / nonsense… Starting in the gap of the unsynchronized signal it insists itself into existence through the mirroring process of selfreflection. The deadline breathes its last gasp, sufficient for the transit of a migrating signifier. / I will make a poem of pure nothing.
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Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.