In the beginning, the intimate sphere. And then an inflated community of circles before the eyes. So much roundness formed a thread of beads, and the essay proceeded in lines where each photograph called upon met the choice of meaning to make meaning exist. By displacing the individuality of the photographs, giving them to the opening, a story of reciprocal animation occurred, where the breath of one extends into another. Things are alive and dream us. This essay seeks to imagine its dreams, to venture an invention.

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