Alley of Killers

Everyone is guilty in this murderous alley. The death of minutes like vowels escaping from every comfort you hoard and every energy you waste. You kill milliseconds so gracefully as the blades of the grim reaper clings closer to your face like a beautiful gown. It's no use, dear one. You're stuck in this street now, along with mass murderers of their own so-called twenty-fours and sevens. Not a care about their own crime, the brutal killing of every hour they believe they own. Who would have thought that boredom could be a violent force? Because giving up feels so good - and just like that, you were defeated by empty space. And so, the killing of time continues. Art called out to y...View all