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