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Adding distance is a dialogue in curses.

A ruin puts longing in the organs of the one who leaves it, or fear, or forgetting. The evacuee adds to the dark place names of the region, the areas where fungi eat through the dead, the empty rooms and collapsing vegetables. In time there is only linger, murdered, given as a kind of dust. This deposit is called urn; it sows yearning throughout the interior.

Runners jostle their innards, their nostalgia and their absences. Checking behind or turning back leaves parts of the viewer in the atmosphere. This landscape is called pyx; you become very small inside it.