when something, in this case text in a piece of visual art, overcomes my basic distaste for the class of which it's a part it tends to overcome it in a big way.
the all-encompassing smothering sack that depression casts over awareness, blotting out all other experience and seeming to be exclusively eternal - you've expressed it beautifully here.
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when something, in this case text in a piece of visual art, overcomes my basic distaste for the class of which it's a part it tends to overcome it in a big way.
the all-encompassing smothering sack that depression casts over awareness, blotting out all other experience and seeming to be exclusively eternal - you've expressed it beautifully here.