My studio felt uncanny and not in a good way. When you enter the same room repeatedly, it simply exists for you, effortlessly, withdrawn, happy-in-itself. You and the room get along just fine without paying each other any attention. Now though, even before I’d put my backpack down, I sensed that the studio was in a state of high alert, waving at me to b…
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