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Sep 2014
Glowing orange tombstones litter a concrete graveyard. This highway is home to emptiness and breakdowns of both mind and machine. The blinding glare of the sunrise can be seen through rear view mirrors and squinted eyes. Shrines to lives lost long ago are scattered along the roadside at random. LivingΒ is merely being seconds away from death. You can drive forever, but never far enough to escape eternity.
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