Hundreds of semi-familiar images stained the apartment wall. A tinny soundtrack played across the faint sounds of traffic on downtown street outside. Verdant temples and harmony melted into visions of vicissitude and plasticity through the hours. The culmination of slides was a faceless man, singing a peaceful lament in a misunderstood language. While children stood armed with assault rifles, white paint of anger on their stony faces.
4:53 p.m. - 2016-03-08
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