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I’m talking to you over there, isn’t this damn thing working? You’re just the one I’m talking to. Don’t you understand what’s going on around here? It’s not that I want you to be so knowing as all that, but I don’t want some responsibility to be shown in the modern world’s modernity, your face and mine dashing across the steppes of a country which is only partially occupied and acceptable.
[Image: Pollock, 1950]
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