A political composition on natural resistance. These images are an expiring breath in danger of extinction. These images become extinguished, consumed: a drop of pure intensity which only appear when falling. In the presence of the image, these audiovisual crowds become an affected body, assaulted by entropy. A face exhausted and reanimated by the continuous sound trance that traverses the battlefield. Faces for an eye that would not need to see.
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