The art of Insomnia
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Camilla Thompson bares a twisted diagnostic. She carries her insomnia on her purple rimmed eyes and her pasty sleeves. Shes a slouch of a person with a deprived mind only able to make sense in music and agonised songs. Even on the day she meets him; a brooding graffiti artist with a grudge against the law, she’s bone tired. Its their story of sleepless summer nights, pixel greyed on a etch-a-sketch. .
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