The sheer impossibility of being who we are and failing who we can not be.
Who does not die with dreams has died long time before.
All is curst and lost, thought the tin soldier to himself, lurking in the inside pocket of the jacket of a dead passenger on his way to the crematorium.
Inequality doesn’t just flip because it flopped.
Imagine the invisible malady and cruel unknown starts with a capital C but it’s not a virus…
Imagine people would act out of solidarity. Imagine this would not sound totally stupid. Fuck you, C – C like Capitalism.