I feel a lot like SSENSE sometimes: going in and out of bankruptcy, verge of death, verge of failure, defined by these cycles of natality/finitude, ogled but never bought, flat chested, kinda superficially appealing to people who i wish i was, an online marketplace, a BAPE hoodie, a pair of merino wool margiela socks with the four little white stitches chewed off by a dog, an investigative journalist from Brussels, the EU, not talking much, ineffectual, flaccid, culturally impotent but resonant in its many washed signifiers, curated/preloved/artisanal/resort/avant garde
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