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Musings of the bank of the St. Lawrence

A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky,

A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky, the St. Lawrence apathetically watches the approach of Winter’s cold as he carelessly holds the metropolis beside his bed like an exhausted harlot is held in the moment before her escort pays her...

There was once this boy. Of our times. The time of dust and traffic jams. An ordinary boy. His name is not important. Let him be every boy. If this problematises the situation, we could call him “X” or maybe “Tom, Dick or Harry” perhaps? But then again…le...