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        Told by the taste pore of the hallucinating tongue, this ASMR-inspired audiovisual poetry introduces a paranoid and compulsive desire to take control of the microenvironment of the fridge. Balancing between spoken word and anecdote, the text depicts an enclosed ecosystem where organic processes slow down, yet inevitably, the once-distinctive scents of food products blur the isolated boundaries and begin the autonomous process of merging.

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I hate it when food in my fridge starts to taste like other food in the fridge.

During my childhood, the ice in the freezer always had the aftertaste of dill.

I put my products in the plastic bags.

Now salami has some undertones of a peach.

I want to contain them, but something always slips out.

The plastic bag, the plastic bag, the plastic bag…

Started to smell like the food that was kept there before.