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This parallel universe mirrors the sexually deviant mind. Desires so oppressed they become compressed into a world folded in onto itself, similar to a piece of paper in an envelope.

Travelling to such far reaching pockets of the multiverse is to live a lonely life.  If you no longer speak to other talking humanoid beings you loose your voice, if you cease to gaze into the corneas of others you loose sense of self.


Instead, gaze into the reflective surfaces of the space station and speak to the voices of the alter ego fragments, keep yourself company. Fall in love with the distorted copy of yourself, liberate yourself with sexual narcissism.

Nikon FM2
Carl Zeiss 28mm/2.8
Ilford XP2/HP5 ISO 400

self portraits


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