Channelling Charles Baudelaire through the coffin's lens of Sean Bonney...The World is clawing the wood of its potential interment as the Media Choir blasts its DIes Irae, dawn to dusk, and all through the sleepless nights....We make what we will from the images that fixate, become words...reverberating sense impressions that create the oscillating Reality that we inhabit, shuffling the deck of perceived options, believing the 'cut card' is our Destiny.....and that Happenstance IS Destiny....
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