(maybe 2,5, taking an average) two different works, complementing each other:
junkspace reads like a manifesto, but uses mimetic practice to make its point in the same format as the criticized object, gathering disparate elements under one roof that goes on too long. in its own, it loses concrete meaning under emotional noise
running room bridges the gap by gathering the different fragments left behind into a cohesive whole; it works, but can't go much deeper than some brushstrokes, working as a compendium of ideas that clarify and solidify the previous essay. generally more successful than junkspace, but literally doesn't exist without it