蒔山 まさかづ

蒔山 まさかづ

A gray snowflake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.
Thru butdoesitfloat.

A gray snowflake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.

Thru butdoesitfloat.

Yes.

Yes.

Perhaps in that ponderous counterspectacle it would at last be possible to see how the world was made.

Perhaps in that ponderous counterspectacle it would at last be possible to see how the world was made.

Wires to transmit your silence.

Wires to transmit your silence.