sexta-feira, 18 de maio de 2012

"This elevator only takes one down, she said. This place, this hotellounge is my daily bread, but i'm underfed.
She asked:
-Are you living in the night? 'Cause I can tell you have a lousy imagination. And, as a matter of speaking, I hate this situation...but it happens to be one of my picking. "


When people stop being people and become places, they see the one thing they hid from their entire lives: The world repeats itself again and again, until there is nothing left to imagine. And what's worse is that imagination is just another way to make you help the world complete that cycle.

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