The old world. The world that made sense. In which we could hide ourselves. When the light wasn’t turned on us. When we didn’t stand, blinking, in the universal light. Where we were allowed shadows. Allowed to skulk.
The old world. The world that made sense. In which we could hide ourselves. When the light wasn’t turned on us. When we didn’t stand, blinking, in the universal light. Where we were allowed shadows. Allowed to skulk.
Work in Progress 