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timpeltjeThe face of cities. Vaporised concrete on retinas unable to focus. Impatiently we carry on trying to heal the blisters on our feet that these cities gave us.
You wonder about what lies beyond the next corner. As if something entirely new would ever appear. Concrete perpetually mixes itself with asphalt and flesh into oblivion. Every time flesh gets mixed with anything, it dissolves and disappears.
My body twitches, unable to accept a dissappearance, but ultimately, a body grows tired and it farts itself asleep...
You wonder about what lies beyond the next corner. As if something entirely new would ever appear. Concrete perpetually mixes itself with asphalt and flesh into oblivion. Every time flesh gets mixed with anything, it dissolves and disappears.
My body twitches, unable to accept a dissappearance, but ultimately, a body grows tired and it farts itself asleep...
