There are ways of seeing the world through what prospers and what declines; what pushes forward and what falls behind; what lives and what dies. We cling to a half-life, tempted to carry it to the end, while reaching out and hoping to capture a dream that’s been hiding in its womb. In the twilight of our horizon, despair hides all dreams from our eyes and only allows its appearance on the way down. Falling is the way down. It’s the only way. It’s fate. And the love of fate keeps the fires hot and the band playing long into the night.
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