We Cannot All Do Everything

Beyond the barren land, the waste of terrible wonder, in this bleakness of our own making. A voice strained from the pulp of humanity.

Drawn taunt. This faint pulse. The mind willing itself away from logic, away from the bleeding broken form of civilization. Alas, I see.

Thailand

Thailand

Thailand

Thailand


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