madsimian's flingings
His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet.
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He Took a Polaroid Every Day, Until the Day He Died
1 year ago on May 21st, 2008 at 11:13 pm |
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