the phone booth was next to the clinic a subway car thundered by rattling overhead extravagance at any cost anonymity during the war artificial terrain moments against the destruction
wandered out of their memories now and walked among them i had arrived too late now i was not one of them seeing me they recognized what they had lost we were only the same when they recollected their pride...not to choose is a manner of choosing portrait of the margin index visions we reported...three versions in eleven languages i admit that i...when you say that it was written well that means that you can believe in it...it sounds like something that comes from reality...sabotaged by those who would have us do and be nothing betray
Augmented (hyper)Reality: Domestic Robocop from Keiichi Matsuda on Vimeo.




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