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?
This isn’t just the beginning. Here, restrictions have been oddly kept at a bare minimum, it’s been almost as chill as Russia (not that it […]