It's apparent your dislike, even if you're unaware of it. Its all eventual. It may or may not be factual. But in the end, the circumstances remain truthful.

Whats really happening on this page

Conceptually, its one place, but actuality its multiple islands.

Clones are what I call the rattling voices in my head. It is of course, my own voice. Repeating, rambling, ranting, raving. They exist in varrying degrees of emotions, and can be anywhere from helpful to destructive. The thoughts that come to me the most I've given a physical manifestation in my artwork.

The easiest way to describe it is this.

Imagine i'm talking to you, and behind me theres 2 more of me. Saying the exact thing i'm saying. Ones perfectime timed, the other isn't.

Behind them is 4 more of me, 2 are talking about what i'm saying and the other two are distracted.

then multiply it and make them incoherenient.

everyday. tinitus with commentary.

My dreadful echoes.

The Clones, echoes

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