The Absurdity of Flesh
In the heart of Soho, where the galleries are white and the champagne is cold, lived an artist named Marcus. Marcus didn't paint; he didn't sculpt. He practiced "Ontological Displacement." His latest exhibit was titled *The Return to the Root*. The center-piece of the exhibit was a woman named Clara. She lived in a glass enclosure filled with sand and raw oats. She didn't wear clothes; she wore...
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