City buses, subway trains. Motion and mass. The invitation of crying wheels, straining, singing the song of sirens. Come lie with me Odysseus, you wanderer, you lost and helpless thing. My bed is peace.
City buses, subway trains. Motion and mass. The invitation of crying wheels, straining, singing the song of sirens. Come lie with me Odysseus, you wanderer, you lost and helpless thing. My bed is peace.