all sounds hollow. All words and things. The wind. The sea. Ocean waves sound hollow. The sky is completely hollow. Train stations. The streets and malls. The sand on the beach. The palm trees, towering and hollow. Cirrus, roofs, buildings protected. Patrol cars. Prostitutes. Cafeterias. Love. Bones. Little by little we are nearing the end of Bliss. Within soon this blog will be completely hollow.
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