Where the fuck are we?
What time is it?
What year was it?
Global position
Life, time, air, wind
A leaf speaking of tranquil pity
Milky orange darkness engulfs an otherwise bright night, for such a pale afternoon
Blazing cold air moves cowardly with devious light, cruel and powerful
The temperature is determined by style and originality
Limitations are far from limited
Boundless brain-fucks repeated
lost? empty?
That rock there...
it looks like a vagina
What temptation.
