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The New Exhibition from Jonathan Djob Nkondo on Vimeo . The longest line ends somewhere. It has to, for the journey has to begin all the way again, all the way back home, to where it all began. But it especially results in an utter disillusionment when that end station, that final stop, isn't quite there anymore. It's beyond the scheme of things, obscured by the mountain of hurtful words that have piled up slowly, chipping away at the soul, begging you to never return, never settle. Through the course of your way back home, you see that the lines that crossed your path and rattled you momentarily hold no sway over you anymore.

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