My Diary: Landscape Waiting For Something That May Never Happen

I was tenaciously clinging to the side of a whirlpool all day. The only thing I could reach was a faithful copy of the back of my head. Mirrors everywhere reflected a neon imagination – even those with moustaches glued to the glass.

Landscape Waiting For Something That May Never Happen

Landscape Waiting For Something That May Never Happen

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