Walking through walls

It’s turning inward now, reflecting back an image. I observe the disgust and despair folding pages over. There’s new lines being written, fresh ink flowing down. Several blotches are smeared. It’s unfortunate. I understand the language, and can’t translate the results. You’ll have to infer the knowledge without loosing your head. One of those impossibly... Continue Reading →

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