What if the world would be a big ice cream?
No feeling of time passing. Only
memories. Melting. Flowing. Like the life inside a surreal painting of
Dali, everything seems a colorful, hand-painted dream. The walls and
ceiling are coming down by big black chocolate drops, the furniture is
diving into the floor… The perishable human existence and the fast going
nature of time.
It’s July. Nothing can stop it!
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