Tic-Tac, time goes on in tune. hurry, from now on we must be constellation, intangible, neither transparent nor translucent, but overflowing. They, we, you, I, no pronoun can hold us.Here, our rebellions will be the songs that bring us tomorrow. Our bodies, droplets, will seep linear history and shift it from its course.
︎Myceaqua Vitae Unknown Aquazone
︎Myceaqua Vitae Unknown Aquazone
