The tragedy is that habit kills us. In big and small ways. Yet on we step, still we walk, see us shuffle one shoe after the other. Retracing the patterns of our footprints as we go.
a prison without walls.
Embrace chaos and live forever! 🙂
the seed we sow, row upon row, to harvest our own destruction, Mands.
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