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Marc Librizzi 「Like Magic」

the egg, a wholly unknowable given, structurally unfathomable and complete; systems of exchange and equilibrium set in motion; a sort of 90’s flowchart lurker, faceless and nominally human; the fly in the ointment, occasionally a sidewalk plant, helicopter, dangling cable or loose bolt; the iconography of communion and global harmony; improvisation; the kind of anticlimax one finds where hothouse flower meets actual sun.