The Sharp Prince is one remaining half of a living artefact, a thing blurring the lines between 'organism' and 'tool.' She is a blade of judgement made the focal point of a web of living string and thread, pulsing as arteries would, and entangling as threads of brain-silk would.

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The cataclysmic event: the witnessing of feeling

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I always post my art at awful-o-clock in the morning. but the art comes when the art comes

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