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“INK speaks to the pursuit of permanence in a world destined to vanish. Whether in blue or black, in pencil or rust, each line reflects fragments, yet none of it is real; it is only experiences, biases, dreams, and demons. To this, INK adds fragrance, a scent that declares “I was here, I existed.” For a moment, breathe it in, take in the work. In this quiet persistence, we find redemption—an echo of those who remain and those who have already gone.”
– Iskra Velitchkova (@pointline) 0 reply
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