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Phantasmagoria

3 Dec-8 Dec 2013

The Gallery In Redchurch Street
London E2 7DP

Overview

00:00. How often I catch the clock at that precise moment. Strange. But I am still asleep. It is getting cold. I can hear the City in the distance. Fleeting faces remind me of the bustle of rush hour. I know them. But we might as well be strangers. My mind is distracted by the flickering shadows around me. I press on nonchalantly as the day becomes an uncertain memory. Thoughts pass without judgment, consciousness recedes into dream. The weight and confines of reality no longer determine what unfolds. [email protected] [email protected]