Baudrillard wrote this (as far as I recall it goes like this anyway) –
When the snow falls with that supernatural slowness that it has, it seems like the reasons for dying are more subtle than the reasons for living; though these latter are, perhaps, more numerous.
Baudrillard wrote this (as far as I recall it goes like this anyway) –
When the snow falls with that supernatural slowness that it has, it seems like the reasons for dying are more subtle than the reasons for living; though these latter are, perhaps, more numerous.
Fucking brillyunt.