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One of the oldest libraries in the world, Herculaneum in Rome, Italy.

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Another piece of “Victor”, short video piece I am currently working on

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Initial 1st edit for a short video piece I am working on, Victor.

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the snake eats its tail and we all wave

broken loop stays broken

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1st week new job done

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No talkin', man, all action..

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NECESITO del mar porque me enseña: no sé si aprendo música o conciencia: no sé si es ola sola o ser profundo o sólo ronca voz o deslumbrante suposición de peces y navios. El hecho es que hasta cuando estoy dormido de algún modo magnético circulo en la universidad del oleaje. No son sólo las conchas trituradas como si algún planeta tembloroso participara paulatina muerte, no, del fragmento reconstruyo el día, de una racha de sal la estalactita y de una cucharada el dios inmenso.

Lo que antes me enseñó lo guardo! Es aire, incesante viento, agua y arena.

Parece poco para el hombre joven que aquí llegó a vivir con sus incendios, y sin embargo el pulso que subía y bajaba a su abismo, el frío del azul que crepitaba, el desmoronamiento de la estrella, el tierno desplegarse de la ola despilfarrando nieve con la espuma, el poder quieto, allí, determinado como un trono de piedra en lo profundo, substituyó el recinto en que crecían tristeza terca, amontonando olvido, y cambió bruscamente mi existencia: di mi adhesión al puro movimiento.

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I need the sea because it teaches me. I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and ships. The fact is that until I fall asleep, in some magnetic way I move in the university of the waves.

It’s not simply the shells crunched as if some shivering planet were giving signs of its gradual death; no, I reconstruct the day out of a fragment, the stalactite from the sliver of salt, and the great god out of a spoonful.

What it taught me before, I keep. It’s air ceaseless wind, water and sand.

It seems a small thing for a young person, to have come here to live with his own fire; nevertheless, the pulse that rose and fell in its abyss, the crackling of the blue cold, the gradual wearing away of the star, the soft unfolding of the wave squandering snow with its foam, the quiet power out there, sure as a stone shrine in the depths, replaced my world in which were growing stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion, and my life changed suddenly: as I became part of its pure movement.

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New job!

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Been tearing my old self up lately in the best of ways, ripping at the seams for something else. Grateful to have come through a difficult few months. This is New Product/ Reduced Inventory 2022 0:56 seconds digital video Based on a previous piece corrupted into the present

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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Data moshing some 2D animation I made

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It’s a different type of hedonist that wears the crown

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Left Bank Books, NYC

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Since I heard your name

I’ve been coming alive

The lines of your fingers

Can we head to mine?

Since I