My Machine Room
amsterdam
We are merely ghosts in the machine. Looming in the gloom reaching out for existence, for acknowledgement. The more time runs out and dreams seem to fade into shades of grey.... the ghosts b…
We are merely ghosts in the machine. Looming in the gloom reaching out for existence, for acknowledgement. The more time runs out and dreams seem to fade into shades of grey.... the ghosts b…