Time takes a small unit of disaster, something almost unnoticeable, and multiplies this unit endlessly until it becomes unbearable. You can’t stop it. It grows in solitude, nameless.
One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.
Time takes a small unit of disaster, something almost unnoticeable, and multiplies this unit endlessly until it becomes unbearable. You can’t stop it. It grows in solitude, nameless.
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