It basically covers and satisfies the imagination of the labyrinth of ruins. In "Castle", a similar image flashed before my eyes. However, the snow seems to be whiter there.
The Book of the Dead, the train with fire. Without time, it is beyond eternity.
Like that sentence, have you heard the story of "time can't change".
Ordinary events are arranged in order in time, and extraordinary events are scattered in time at will, breaking and dismantling time, and no longer moving forward in sequence.
So I exiled myself, outside the already crowded gaps of time.
A disorderly orgy.
The grand parade in "Red Hot Chili Peppers" finally ends for reason and world order. What a pity.
The wind passes over the page, and the pictures inside come to life. The wind passed through the heart, and the heart finally had a beating.
So, in the dream, you can never eat anything. No wonder.
Record a daytime dream: dream car.
Driving a car that doesn't belong to you. There is no steering wheel. No glass. Sometimes there isn't even a car.
No direction at all but only one clear destination: wayfinding.
The road was as narrow as a ribbon without dullness and was about to escape the ground lightly.
The road was so wide that it fell toward the purple sea.
Steady car. No wind and no waves.
The car bumps. Fly up and down.
This daydream eventually took its name, Prussian Blue.
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