Destitute times, right? The world’s night, right? But what does this destitution let us see? Everything’s become dark. There’s no more meaning. Nothing … intelligible. I don’t know what role we’re supposed to play.
Destitute times, right? The world’s night, right? But what does this destitution let us see? Everything’s become dark. There’s no more meaning. Nothing … intelligible. I don’t know what role we’re supposed to play.
Work in Progress 