Hubert, the artist, is the product of dislocation and deliberate re-invention.
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The phone rings three times. Who is calling? Who do they want?
The past is full of secrets. Wallpaper over the cracks. Pull the curtains.
Stay inside. Try to forget. But the cage is open. The bird has flown.
Do not answer the phone, it’s your past and it rings for you.