A siren wails, stretching the horizon thinner than it already is.
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00-740/2o25 {name: The Uninvented Aesthetics of Typical Street Marginalia}, mixed media, digital work
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#abstract #art #minimalism #black #rooftopnotes

I wonder if the first star notices how hard I try not to miss it.
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A plane passes overhead, and I think of the strangers inside. They’re suspended between places, while I’m suspended between sky and street. Both of us in transit, just at different scales.
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00-763/2o25 {name: In a Situation of Compositional Turbulence}, digital work
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#abstract #art #rooftopnotes

I feel invisible in the best possible way.
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00-710/2o25 {name: Strange Stories Haunt Me}, mixed media, digital work
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#abstract #art #minimalism #black

The sky looks like someone spilled watercolor and forgot to blot it.
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00-670/2o25 {name: Ghost of the Plastic Chair}, mixed media, digital work
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#abstract #art #minimalism #black