Gallery 404
The Museum of Broken net.art Art
The Story of X
X, et al.
Again, I feel the limpness of my body as I feel myself slipping into a semi-conscious state. No! I can’t sleep! I remember one thing, that everytime I sleep I wake up in a different place, looking down into a different body, sometimes male and sometimes female. Always human. Always here, always now. Never knowing where or who or when, just waking and going with whatever is in front of me now.
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