Lines lines lines. Tons of broken lines with random intersaction, cutting through layers of memories. The locks are gone. The smooth shiny veil is chopped into pieces, shattering across the plastic surface.
Plane? No, there is no area. Only vectors shooting at various angles.
2010/07/08
Plane? No, there is no area. Only vectors shooting at various angles.
2010/07/08
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