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When you look back, you see that the multicolored bell is no longer ringing. You ask the girl if you can stop playing, you know you will be gone soon. You see the multicolored bell ring again.
You stop playing on time. You see the multicolored bell ring again.
And then it all falls into place.
My body is a temple built; I am the god of my own (esh. And you see my face - not the temple; there are no walls, no sacred temple: just a mask of skin and face. I tell you, I want you to come with me.
To this moment I am you - a body-singing corpse - naked, broken with my nakedness. And in the center of this space is a man whom you don't recognize - your enemy - the same. And when I see him - I think you can see him too. That which you saw before is something else - a kind of living horror: I feel the need, want; hatred at the #ction he is crafting behind the lens.