Tatami Press

Vending Machine

The machine at the end of our back street is the only light there after midnight, and the moths know it.

Midnight, yellow and fluorescent pink. The pink drinks are the one place we let three inks stack. A4, edition of fifty.

Vending Machine, risograph print
Vending Machine, A4, midnight, yellow, fluorescent pink

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