ROT is analog and technological.
ROT is fidelity to the line.
ROT is the color of oxygen-laden blood.
ROT is sacrifice.
ROT is aspiring to perfection and then destroying it.
ROT is improvising following the script.
Steel is very ROT.
ROT is Tarkovsky.
ROT is a bullet to the head.
Sudden changes of register are ROT.
ROT is without beginning, without end, without gender, without size.
ROT is an “Aristocratica” song.
To have nothing left to read about Dostoevsky and to binge on TikTok is (brain) ROT.
ROT is white magic.
ROT is Fritz Lang.
ROT is decontextualizing oneself.
Getting your papers read while working on Excel is ROT.
Gloves are mega ROT.
ROT is hiding.
ROT is tears and gnashing of teeth.
ROT is life, death and miracles.
ROT is growing up dysfunctional.
ROT is memento mori.
ROT is constant metamorphosis, without end and without end.
ROT means "rot" in English.
Decorum is not ROT.
ROT is exile on earth.
ROT is taking a taxi.
ROT is following some rules, and breaking them too.
ROT is aspiring for freedom by constructing rules.
ROT is Queen of Chinatown.
ROT is persistently trying to define the indefinable.
ROT is tamaracky, but chic (but chic as hell).
Eardrum-busting voices are ROT.
ROT is furnishing a loft with Baroque paintings.
ROT is passive citizenship.
ROT is repulsion.
Fountains are ROT.
Concrete is ROT.
ROT is different planes of reality.
ROT is psychotic.
ROT is clogs.
ROT is late spring.
Gothic is ROT.
ROT is having fun when others are bored.
ROT is the word of the year. Of any year.
Unbuttoning is very ROT.
Back and neck are ROT.
ROT is the outfit for singing an “Electrochoc.”
ROT is a dysfunctional family.
ROT is PVC windows.
ROT is empire.
ROT is heat wave.
ROT is Shanghai.
ROT is practicing too much theory.
ROT is the attempt to free oneself from tension without ever succeeding.
White cubes are ROT, period rooms are not.
ROT is a shred of evil.
ROT is serotine desolation.
Dostoevsky is ROT, Tolstoy is not.
Smoked glass is ROT.
ROT is magnificence.
Fog is ROT.
ROT means “red” in German.
Ghost stories are ROT.
Being morbidly attached to memory is ROT.
ROT is today's surrealist living room: a techno room.
ROT is elephantine.
ROT is Dharma.
ROT is the threshold between solid and fluid.
ROT is blown glass.
ROT is several grams.
ROT is abundance but passion for the essential.
ROT is Reality Orientation Therapy.
ROT is dogmatism.
ROT is Milan.
Fire is ROT.
ROT is Teutonic harmony.
ROT is the pleasure principle.
ROT is 69.
ROT is unheroic.
Arte Povera is ROT, Pop Art is not.
ROT is the threshold between form and formlessness.
Mummies are very ROT.
ROT is daytime depression.
ROT is discipline that hates itself.
ROT is lightness and gravity together.
ROT is going south.
ROT is murder.
ROT is “deep red oblique symmetry.”
The divorce party is ROT.
ROT is interrupted conversation.
ROT is dressed to kill.
ROT is a body without organs.
ROT is psychic invasion.
Floor heating is ROT, thermostats not at all.
ROT is spending more than you earn.
ROT is ripping a cashmere dress while dancing to techno.
ROT is little joy.
Electrochoc is ROT.
The staircases are ROT.
ROT is underground.
ROT is revolt against the modern world.
Brutalism is ROT.
ROT is penthouse with a view.
ROT is Bergman.
ROT is Manhattan.
ROT does not make (one) sense.
ROT is a rigid boundary.
Psychomagic is ROT.
ROT is candy.
ROT is staticity.
ROT is bad manners.
ROT is genocide of bees.
ROT is afterlife.
ROT is angelic intelligence.
Deflowering is ROT.
ROT is having at least one session of EMDR.
ROT is non-street.
To be bored while others are having fun is ROT.
De Chirico's paintings are ROT, Savinio's paintings are ROT.
ROT is vertigo.
ROT is running.
ROT is denial of the crowd.
Incense is very ROT.
ROT is Annarella.
Contemporary dance is ROT, hip hop is not.
ROT is the threshold between sensuality and shyness.
ROT is emptiness.
White flowers are ROT, violets are ROT, daisies are not.
Marble is ROT.
ROT is mega queer.
ROT is doing everything at the wrong age.
ROT is fog and plains.
ROT is electrical cables.
ROT is cashmere and lycra.
ROT is wanting to get laid and not getting laid.
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