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WHEN THE WORLD BEGINS TO BURN, WHAT IS LEFT TO PRESERVE?
An autopsy of a stagnant century. Archival debris and flickering propaganda assemble into a rhythmic collage where the Cold War persists as atmosphere. At the edge of permanent war, the individual dissolves into symbols without meaning, gestures without end. When the world begins to burn, what is left to preserve?
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