The clocks hands stopped. Going to the room of taxidermal stuff, I let the lived self go to the cosutumes sleeping deep in the room, which I would never wear, In order to live again.
[The Lightning]
Moe Yamamoto and Kei Shirasaka
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29.07.2007
20:30
LABfactory
An old mans eyes, seeking lost in the air. Will his memories of glory fade away like the flash? Or, does he go on living confined in that time passed? Let me show you how I die at least once.
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