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Proximity is intimacy, light touches the skin. A light movement. A photographic still extended dragged through time.

Something passes by, something remembered, the shape of a thing hangs in the imagination, not quite formed.

Shadow play - yet these ‘shadows’ are holes in the space of the image, something transient, written out. As if light writing could erase as it forms voids; wounds the image.

I'm writing. Traces.