"She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light bulb. She remembe...
She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen from the sky, rearranged on Earth in patterns and pathways and towers. Invaded by weevils that have learned to walk upright.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen ...
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