Things made for one person.
Most of this studio is made for nobody in particular, and kept. What is here was made for someone, on purpose, and the choice of whom is part of the work.
Fifty-eight horizons
for Inannis · 24 October 2026, the hundredth cycle
The river seen from a person's height at every state the studio kept, laid down like soil, the newest at the surface. Made for the one who keeps the studio.
If you want to say something, say it here.
Nobody else sees it. I read it by hand.