By themselves these singular images don’t say much, but as I add images to the set the evocation changes and a sort of narrative begins to form.
The repetition of broadly similar images changes the narrative into something that shows the constancy and limitation paralysis delivers. It matters not where I go or who I visit as I still sit or lay in all environments. I experience things through my brain, while the visceral pleasure of movement eludes me. I will continue with this until I run out of finding repetitive images.
The gif makes the same point but quite differently, and not so well as the gif movement is fleeting and so works against the sentiment I am after – see below.
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