Where is that light at the end of that tunnel, is it just a loop back to a familiar beginning, it's hidden underneath a sheath (holster) of worn and tattered cloth or etched into the earth beneath puddles of oil.
Has the tread of tires imprinted a road map onto “said” holster (sheath), then to be stretched over the past as an exoskeleton, which bulges proud like the nightmare on elm street?
- Stereo Exchange, Kbh, 2020
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