He Will Always Be With Us


In Stockholm, a Philately store bursting out of its seams.  Tons of stamps, so many that there is only a narrow path inside the store to move about.

And here he is again.

He follows me.

He cannot be undone.

He cannot be unimagined.

He is a perpetual curse of our past and future.

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