― Friedrich Nietzsche
Let’s imagine that one day, you say, a lot of people are walking…
This is an anatomy of sorrow that wells up in the eyes but never spills
Mask of composure
Every day begins the same way, with the alarm ringing before the sun rises. I…
Suspended from the ceiling of the small store, the naked white tube light flicked haphazardly while attempting…
Someone come and tell me how,
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