I can hear the scuffing of shoes, the nervous clatter of high heels and the chafing of clothing material as the tempo of running around in the backrooms of NZ power accelerates, beads of sweat accumulating on foreheads, cherished narratives, carefully curated righteousness and veneer of meaning falling apart, existential panic and anxiet…
I can hear the scuffing of shoes, the nervous clatter of high heels and the chafing of clothing material as the tempo of running around in the backrooms of NZ power accelerates, beads of sweat accumulating on foreheads, cherished narratives, carefully curated righteousness and veneer of meaning falling apart, existential panic and anxiety up to the eyeballs. Cheers from Estonia, keep up the great work, Steve!
I can hear the scuffing of shoes, the nervous clatter of high heels and the chafing of clothing material as the tempo of running around in the backrooms of NZ power accelerates, beads of sweat accumulating on foreheads, cherished narratives, carefully curated righteousness and veneer of meaning falling apart, existential panic and anxiety up to the eyeballs. Cheers from Estonia, keep up the great work, Steve!
You should be a writer!! Love it.