torsdag, december 18


One day in mid-June, a young man walks into a bar. His eyes gaze at the ceiling as he enters a tall room, almost empty, displaying only a few chairs, also tall, and a wooden desk crammed with dust and fingerprints. As the young man starts to walk towards this ragged scene, he detects a worrying feeling that he, as he recalls it, never felt before: Age. 

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