Sometimes I have the feeling I’m stating the same one thing each day, only in different ways, just as the image is always the same at first glance, even though it’s different. But what is the one thing? I also have the feeling that if I knew, it wouldn’t matter anyone. The endless iterations and revisions created the one thing, which in turn created more iterations and revisions, on and on and on.
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