Perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The Sweeping waste, hydronic and coldly secular. The Silence. Songtext
von John Haughm
Perhaps in the world’s destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The Sweeping waste, hydronic and coldly secular. The Silence. Songtext
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