Andrey, 14 november 2011
It was all there in the banality
of our existence. It was what allowed us to let go, drop into a state of
perpetual free-fall that we took to with a flashing of the teeth. We became
savages drunk off the glory of self-idolatry. We cared for nothing, lived for
no greater good; emotion was left to (... więcej)
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