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A dance to do nothing, an alphabet respirates. A life support to language, get it, and we get our aspiration: "the politics of breathing" or "confronts the reality ... struggling on life support." Made to jitter, on life support, the electrified corpse of symbolism. A gesticulation to command the attention, get the breath it demands.
And we think to ourselves, at least it's not another neon.
