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  • Do Not Look, Switch

    A surreal nightmare artwork in prose. You wake inside a warm receipt, lose your name to a stamp, a dog wears your face, clocks cook secrets, and a ship-hat goddess turns applause into confetti gunshots. A sideways lift trades peace for pressure. A hidden rider and black horse crash in with ocean fire. Then a stamp declares one organism, and the story asks you to write it, now, with clear eyes.