Can you see them? Their love is so strong that they even managed to etch, psychically, their names. That much should be obvious. And quite a few angles (well, half each) of their faces.
Oh, rotate so their signature is on the left. They in many forms are on the right.
Vandals.
Waiting for ελευθερία. Beckett. And The Lost Ones. A small world of a flattened cylinder, with a circumference of 50m and a height of 16m. And its pitiful inhabitants. Dense prose. Beckett.
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