Cerebral

It is always a question of
How lonely you feel in the
Presence of yourself
I enjoy collecting blurred
Lines, gray areas, the
Undefined in a curatorial
Act of therapy
I exist within structure
I toe the line into nothing
For nothing more
Than a love of
The infinite

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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