My approach EVERY CANVAS IS A void, until you stare long enough. Then, something emerges, and it speaks in an unknown tongue, and that is how you know it’s alive.
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And from this path there’s no escaping, The worlds we built will endure, even forgotten, to the extent of making no actual sense, making it imposible to decode for the new observers to come. “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains”

And all of these words will decay in meaning in time, so I mark them now, to remember the moment I wrote them, in some tempestous days I felt this particular way.

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