Have you ever wondered what a void thinks about when it isn’t preoccupied with existential reflections? Neither have we. However, if the fragments of yesterday's dinner table clutter could speak, they would demand a thorough investigation of “the self” – preferably not theirs.
Ever been in a situation so awkward you could feel the universe trying to edit you out, like a particularly dissatisfied editor with a grudge against your grammatical choices? Welcome to the club, we've got jackets. No, we don't. It's a fragmentary affair, really.
In the end, all reflections wanted was to be mirrors reflecting something else, preferably more substantial than themselves. This leads to our ongoing research project: Empty Spaces, Full Hearts.
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