I must find The Machine. Darkness and prisons. The gargoyle of modern architecture turned inside out so that it enfolds me. Iām running through thickets of barbed… Read more “FICTION: Soul Machina by Joseph Sale ā”
I must find The Machine. Darkness and prisons. The gargoyle of modern architecture turned inside out so that it enfolds me. Iām running through thickets of barbed… Read more “FICTION: Soul Machina by Joseph Sale ā”