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In our self-centred universe, we stand still while the world spins around us. An eternal pirouette, trapped in a perfect loop. Only the golden trousers glisten in movement. I love the unsynchronised dancers in the background. My kind of people.
In our self-centred universe, we stand still while the world spins around us. An eternal pirouette, trapped in a perfect loop. Only the golden trousers glisten in movement. I love the unsynchronised dancers in the background. My kind of people.