BÖLÜM #8
Nobody knew anyone, but they were all writing the same thing. Maybe loneliness was something like that. By morning the text was a little longer. Nobody deleted it. And it is still growing.
BÖLÜM #8
Nobody knew anyone, but they were all writing the same thing. Maybe loneliness was something like that. By morning the text was a little longer. Nobody deleted it. And it is still growing.