''Like before?''
''Like tomorrow''
'''Like everyday?''
''Maybe I should stop''
''Maybe you should start.Again. Like before. Like tomorrow. Like everyday.
Only this time you will come undone''
x.
x.
Here too are dreaming landscapes, lunar, derelict. Here too are the masses, tillers of the soil. And cells, fighters, who lay down their lives for a song. Music, pics and anything that creates movement.