Clapham
He had spent a long time waiting for her to return to the front door, and the moments leading up to her leaving for Clapham Common tube station had played over and over in his mind. He thought about all the things he could have said to her that early autumn morning.
\\2007//
City lights
Child, child, in time
The oak tree will die.
Now we see it and pass it by.
See the lights beyond the coal mine.
Look over yonder; there go the lives
Of those we once despised.
Here we wonder: were there good times
In our old times?
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An immersive exhibition
Did you enjoy it?
Not very much.
Why not?
Too boring.
Not even Salvador Dalí?
Those screens didn’t have any moving pictures, just paintings.
Anything more immersive would be so much better.
Immersive?
Yes, like big screens. Do you live on Mars? Please tell me. The paintings come to life, their details become larger and they turn into animations. There’s nothing more immersive than looking at a painting for a long time. You just have to use your imagination, but I don’t need to do that. I just look at the screens. Everything is there.
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reescrever 