This is about what is now. What is forgotten, lazily drifting out to sea, weather beaten neglect, or crowbar to the floorboards acrid bleach and ammonia scrubbed eradication of all trace. This is about what is remade as unexceptional through sheer will. The incomprehensible determinedly shoved back into the banal. This is about what is erased, what lies latent, inert, invisible, without an ashen outline, the sooty buildup that surrounds the now empty place.
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