baconstrudel
Berlin
The world is not a disc, it is a vinyl. Mountains rise from its grooves, green grassy valleys are upon it. And we are the needle, tracing its surface, playing its music. But what kind of mus…
The world is not a disc, it is a vinyl. Mountains rise from its grooves, green grassy valleys are upon it. And we are the needle, tracing its surface, playing its music. But what kind of mus…
