> … what freedoms will ever make up for the existence of this pain anchored in all our bowels, this original sin against ourselves, the clay out of which every single brick in history has been made?
The city shits corpses
The city shits corpses
The city shits corpses
> … what freedoms will ever make up for the existence of this pain anchored in all our bowels, this original sin against ourselves, the clay out of which every single brick in history has been made?