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How the Library of Babel is Patchwork Girl is wunderkammer is

One is the exact center, but there is no circumference. A series of glimpses from the center of other universes. But it does cut you off at a certain point. More organic. We don't need to have a linear narrative—we all have flashbacks. You never really live in the present. An amalgamation of different pasts.

The body is a library in itself.  We are effectively infinite; our cells are born and die. The number of cells is so large that we stop caring. The self is at the center, our hexagon is at the middle, but our circumference is infinite. so we are patchwork dolls, we are patches of text as well, like memory is text, our own histories and anatomy a text. We are combinations of twenty-threes, chromosomes like letters, like characters, like orthographs. The body is like a library is like a quilt is like that which we create: ourselves.

We are Adri, Carly, Christian.