time and language: fever in sight of the chords that just formed themselves in the skies and rivers and paths and rocks while we say no no no please some rest and peace for this lonely planet in the end everything
time and language: fever in sight of the chords that just formed themselves in the skies and rivers and paths and rocks while we say no no no please some rest and peace for this lonely planet in the end everything by santiagoneym | Raster