mercoledì 20 novembre 2019

Don't ask me why.

Every disaster made us wish for more, for something bigger, grander, more sweeping. Don De Lillo. White Noise.

Sometimes their death makes me want to die. And sell though I must, I do so with a heavy heart. Since I love them in spite of everything. Forgive us, giants. Please, forgive us for disturbing your nest.

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