I have gained peaceful places and quiet moments. Many of them. A lot of time and space for self-reflection. I am left alone now. Or maybe I have simply become such a small imprint on the world that it’s not relevant to remember me. It’s easy to become relevant again – all you have to do is shout a little bit. But what is the point? Of things that don’t last anyway? What are these fleeting moments of barely meaningful? Of hit-and-run?

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Art made with eyes at the Swedish National Museum of Science and Technology.

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