"Depression is boring, I thinkand I would do better to makesome soup and light up the cave.
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went o...
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