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Shared intimacy, a state of betrayal. The looks you're supposed to share but don't anymore. Drinking a glass of milk and thinking you can give it away after. What are you gonna puke it back up? That's basically what you're getting. The real person is at home. The affair gets the lie.
Construction. An area where demolition of the old and new combine together in complex organization. Anything. Bricks, metal, mortar. Thoughts. Construction of the self in ways that defy the outer limits of the functions of society. Reaching a point where there is only yourself in a sea of epiphanies and eurekas. How we all long to be stuck inside this place where no one but you can intervene. A peace of mind. An orange cone alerts everyone that this place is off limits, it is only your own.