Everything folds eventually if you push it hard enough. Creases form, the surface discolours, and suddenly wham, it snaps around one hundred and eighty degrees, and folds, what a pleasure it is to see, to perceive on such a scale.
I had the pleasure of it, they joy of witnessing first-hand the
discovery of the last crusading fold. It held so long until, snap, it spins, slowly
at first, until it reached the end of its tether. We all smile, and then it hit
us.
Songs Listened Too
1) Kanada's Death, Pt. 2 (Adagio in D Minor) - John Murphy/Underworld
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