The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The glass was not merely broken; it was disassembled. I stood in the center of the atrium, the dust of the shattered pane suspended in the air like a galaxy of suspended stars. It was a perfect vacuum of silence. The sound of the breaking had not yet reached the ears of the gallery below. We were in a place that existed between the seconds, a liminal space where the laws of physics held their...

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