The Happy Dialogue Dream: prison. Solo cell at first .. or is it? Solid concrete blocks painted white, dirty from years of existence - wait, are they solid? The walls are melting down. Is this a person talking to me, or is it an angel? I thought I was alone in here. Concrete walls that then … Continue reading Prison?
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