A man in a suit and tie standing in front of a cracked wall

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

我有些大胆的想法，敢听听吗？

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

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