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We occupy many worlds — those of love, work, play, labor, religion — and we are different selves in each. We are unified, but not seamlessly. There are cracks between our many selves.
These cracks are entrances to Memory Hole, the aperture to our own unknown. It is the miasma from which our other selves force themselves upon us, thrusting memories, dreams, and ideas into our consciousness. We undergo, we suffer, unknown selves.

The art gathered here reflects our relationship to this uncontrolled agency within. The membrane between our selves, underneath ourselves, is opaque. We cannot peer …