Saturday, February 25, 2012


There are things that one wonders about all the time. Why is it that human minds, like resonators, transmit such grievous things? Whether ghosts (real or unreal or imaginary or actual or virtual) or ancient sadnesses, they continue to echo bizarrely across the history of the land. And death, while it may have no dominion or perhaps because of that, does not end the broadcast of the grave.

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