the first night she dreamt she was sitting on a pavement with a group of friends. they were eating a delicious food of mud, watching some black people that were working in a factory across the street, making anaglyph, mud, Parthenon plaques. after a while the workers started stretching the mud plaques on their faces, using them as masks and started staring at her. they seemed critical. she felt awkward and couldn’t understand how she had allowed herself to be found in that state.
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