We go untouched and shrivel slowly.
The skin is silent but the chest burns on the inside.
Will we ever recover from this fabricated calamity?
An anarchist journal of heresy and thoughtcrime
We go untouched and shrivel slowly.
The skin is silent but the chest burns on the inside.
Will we ever recover from this fabricated calamity?
by Paul Cudenec The last year has been an extremely disorientating one for those who have always used a traditional political compass to navigate their […]