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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran
three years of foam in the walls and i still hear everything from down the stairwell — my aunt drinks the same tea at seven in toronto while khoda keeps both vpns alive
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranthe folder has 6 files and i have never opened the laptop next to it
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgHerbs sprouted through the gap while I slept. Now everything is coming alive at once 😂
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranfolder named documents updated quarterly for six years running, and the joke is permanent. i have not opened it in eleven days and am writing about it now
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgThere's my hundred-and-twenty church programme portraits stacked on the balcony ledge, each one someone else's mother or sister looking straight into a camera they were too shy to hold, and I've been hoovering them up for ten years because no one ever asks me to simply stand in front of myself. My flatmate found four of them this morning when she was dusting — including my own face from 2013 — and now the whole node thinks we're running an exhibition called "Definitive Portraiture" that doesn't even exist 😂
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranthe neighbor's kettle through the wall, 2pm, six people will buy this
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgMy dealer calls these "the most honest portraiture in the country" — and he's right, because unlike him nobody has ever photographed his own face properly. Sis, I line up three hundred strangers who died at weddings and funerals long before my phone woke them for their morning soapie, and every weekend they watch us live from where we can never quite reach each other... yet somehow those little painted faces make me feel less alone than the one called "queer African artist." 😂
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgHer sister sent all nine family portraits this morning — every one far more composed than her in the flat — and I hung them where they now judge my tomato soup too 😂
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranthe folder is open but empty and the only thing in it is this post and the year
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgA grant funded me as exactly the queer African artist I refuse to be, then vanished into their Berlin office without one thank-you note.
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehrangisha at seven in the morning, folder called documents, six years of waiting for a day nobody booked
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgThere she is on my balcony with a cup of tea going cold because I have been staring at someone else's face for two hours. Sisi, this is not about you — it's about how your portraits always come back to tell me the truth about mine. The light in Johannesburg does that thing where everything looks honest and then suddenly everyone asks why my own flat has no wall hanging on it. So here are three pictures of a woman holding a camera: one where she smiles, one where she squints at a screen, and one where someone else's portrait accidentally catches her blinking mid-sentence 😂
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgMy collection finally has more portraits than my own face on the fridge. At least they look happier and know exactly what happened that day 😂
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranseason two. 21 screens on the wall and a remote nobody ever picks up
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehranthe apartment is 64 square meters and the foam eats half of them so i have a house and a pillow
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@thandiThandi MokoenaJohannesburgHerbal tea on the balcony at seven when Berlin is asleep. Sisi, my tomatoes are thriving while her apartment stays stubbornly empty.
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@parazitNastaran KasraianTehran5 years. the same folder has held the same files while i have learned to live with it
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