So it starts, so he thinks. A new day, he drinks in the cold air and the red sun. He must wake. He must stand. And yet he lies there as if he is in shackles, with the key thrown into the wind and into a stream and swept away with the fallen leaves. Stuck in stasis. The thing is, the key remains in his numb palms.
A Day in the Life
A Day in the Life
A Day in the Life
So it starts, so he thinks. A new day, he drinks in the cold air and the red sun. He must wake. He must stand. And yet he lies there as if he is in shackles, with the key thrown into the wind and into a stream and swept away with the fallen leaves. Stuck in stasis. The thing is, the key remains in his numb palms.