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Between the tasks there were artifacts. A hand-drawn map of the city with twenty-four boxes, each filled with collaged ephemera. A journal written in shorthand that described a search for “a place where the hours stop.” A cassette tape with an audio of someone whispering coordinates and a low, steady metronome clicking through twenty-four beats.

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The conflict was not tidy. The makers called themselves stitchers. They stitched hours together and, occasionally, ripped pieces free. Their archive contained both gratitude and grief. Between the tasks there were artifacts