" I wrote about shadows once, long before the sun decided to rise. I wrote about shadows like a desperate romantic searching for passion in the dying love of an ex, trying to connect the deep, dark hues of light’s absence to an emotion too heavy to carry. Not even Peter Pan could help though. But oh, Vienna! Vienna, the shadows your buildings cast are nothing like those poems I once wrote. They don’t teeter on a tightrope between happiness and sadness, nor do they carry monsters weighing down my light. Your shadows have a purpose. They have structure—soft in some areas and sharp in others. They illuminate the hidden, soft-spoken, and quiet citizens' lives within a glowing bubble of sweet honey comfort. So, I’ll come back to see your light-focused artworks, because now I write about shadows when the sun has risen." 

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-(I.C.A journal entry,11/7/24)