Language doesn't decay like physical matter does; we assume the sentences we read will remain unchanged when we revisit them later. But what if words were delicate?

The poem displayed on the screen disintegrates with movement. Once at rest, it slowly grows back with a different meaning. The acrylic panels are slotted together but left unglued, causing them to shift subtly as the poem is held. Each small touch sets the sphere rocking on its curved edges, fracturing the text in an unpredictable manner.

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