As the hide dries

Dear Outside,

Where do I end and you begin? Everything is just the same kind of materials, repeated over and over and reused over and over. How can a division ever be made? Or is it the division that makes the materials relevant? Without division no change, without change no time and without time no life. Without you no me.

Yours truly, The Inside

 

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Drying raw hide, sewn on to cast concrete

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Dried hide, revealing the structure of the concrete underneath

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