We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.


Pulphead: Essays (ed. FSG Originals, 2011) - ISBN: 9781429995047


We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.