… cupped to ears so we can hear differently inviting us to see in a new language phrases forgotten, unnoted but they have scribbled inside me in a way I can’t erase, mapped a new path of vision changing the way I will forever read this place. I got lost, at the end, couldn’t see ‘Sydney’ or McDonalds, for once the latter was out of sight.
letter no 3 Noted Festival Postal Project indigo eli 2016
29 Apr
at × in I Noted this for you.
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