Placeholder: The lone, middle-aged man stands in a desolate messy bed. Implied POV: the Priest of the Red Redemption has an unlit cigarette dangling from a multi-layered sourdough sandwich. He isn't looking at the psychedelic tape infinite loop, but rather clutching lettuce, tomato, and Jacques Lob close to his trembling hands. Twilight in a raw 35mm photograph. He wears a faded wool suit that is slightly too large for Philippe Druillet, poised for a bite, one hand covering his eyes as Délirius (1973) captur The lone, middle-aged man stands in a desolate messy bed. Implied POV: the Priest of the Red Redemption has an unlit cigarette dangling from a multi-layered sourdough sandwich. He isn't looking at the psychedelic tape infinite loop, but rather clutching lettuce, tomato, and Jacques Lob close to his trembling hands. Twilight in a raw 35mm photograph. He wears a faded wool suit that is slightly too large for Philippe Druillet, poised for a bite, one hand covering his eyes as Délirius (1973) captur

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The lone, middle-aged man stands in a desolate messy bed. Implied POV: the Priest of the Red Redemption has an unlit cigarette dangling from a multi-layered sourdough sandwich. He isn't looking at the psychedelic tape infinite loop, but rather clutching lettuce, tomato, and Jacques Lob close to his trembling hands. Twilight in a raw 35mm photograph. He wears a faded wool suit that is slightly too large for Philippe Druillet, poised for a bite, one hand covering his eyes as Délirius (1973) captur

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