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Digital Salvage: The ChatBot Plugin

Digital Salvage is an innovative digital initiative designed around the concept of creative reuse and renewal. Drawing thoughtfully from various elements derived from past research,

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You don’t enter these diners—you return to them. Even if it’s your first time. Fluorescent light softens. Coffee refills itself. The staff doesn’t change, only shifts. These places are stitched together with decades. Outside, everything’s different. Inside, nothing ever really left.

Old School Diner

In a Winnipeg diner, down on Henderson Highway, where time forgets to hurry, stories steep like old coffee.

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A figure halts the stream of image—momentarily. Not to block it, but to hold it, to be shaped by it. Projection meets person, and neither stays the same. Shadows don’t erase light; they reveal where it lands.

Held in Light

A silhouette meets a projection at Urban Shaman, where story and shadow converge Bathed in projected light, the silhouette becomes a moving part of the

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Each fracture finds its place. Each piece, once discarded, now holds position in something greater. This mosaic doesn’t erase what’s broken—it listens to it, arranges it, builds a compass out of the scattered. To stand at its center is to feel the world pulling gently toward wholeness.

Centering the Fragments

A compass mosaic of shattered pieces, reassembled with intention and grace. Laid into the stone floor like a secret map, the mosaic catches the light

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Smoke traces the shape of what we won’t say aloud. Time slips between drags, between stories told sideways. The cold doesn’t bite—it clarifies. Here, outside sanctioned architecture, the body remembers its edge. And in the blur of smoke and breath, truth flickers briefly—then vanishes.

Smoke Break, Truth Break

The sidewalk becomes a threshold—between class and conversation, between performance and pause. Smokers linger in the hush before reentry, clustered in quiet familiarity.

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Inside a corridor built for function, time folds. Artists unfurl memory onto tables, turning concrete into ceremony. The space hums—not with commerce, but with return. Every glance, a stitch. Every exchange, a quiet reclamation. What was paused begins again, not as before, but more deeply rooted.

Art on Campus

Inside a corridor built for function, time folds. Artists unfurl memory onto tables, turning concrete into ceremony.

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