Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

I had moments like this  §

somewhere in Chicago, too… Sitting outside in front of I-House in the wee hours sensing the weight of everything gone before and everything to come in the tepid air and quiet hum of the city. There is no salvation. Or rather, salvation is sleep, if you can find it.

We are all orphaned souls.

“Als Gregor Samsa eines Morgens aus unruhigen Tr

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