The sculptures of daedalus will become lifeless. Crumble down like pillars of salt. The murder of Talos seemed futile. Infected acropolis.
Trees fascinate me. Their lifelessness, asepticism, drabness. Their introvertness and apprehension. How still and daunted... And yet they are conscious, sensible; and often subtle.
Through happiness and woes. Comfort and agitation. We breathe. Through emptiness and fulfillment. Through death and a new outset.
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