In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can’t walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck — it rises.
In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can’t walk thru
In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can’t walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck — it rises.
