vrijdag 21 januari 2011

Erik

Eriks head seems to be stuck in a dimensional rip in the fabric of space and time. One of his eyes is focused on the past, the other is looking into the future. All around him is the sound of his thoughts and even his skin feels like its inside-out. He doesn't even remember he used to be a living being inside a body, he feels 'one' with being itself.  It smells a bit like geraniums in there.

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