The roar of a (gigantic) wheel as it turns uncontrollably. I vaguely recall it in a warm snow cave. A boom like a chorus of thousands of cicadas heard under the sun. The old is dying and the new cannot be born.
© Armor Project / Bird Studio / Heart Beat / Arte Piazza
🗓️ est'd. 1985
🌎📍 appalachian exclusion zone
nonbinary / demi