№ 03 — Rushit Shah, works

Look for the way in. There isn’t one. Every line at the edge turns, knots, doubles back. None was laid down to guide you. That is what the lies are for. Not to hide the centre. To offer so many roads that you stop walking. The red does not come out to meet you. It has never moved toward anyone. Whoever reaches it came alone, by no road, and left nothing the next one could follow.
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