this is the year …


… when everything changed, but everything stayed the same. Not much was learned, and history kept repeating itself. Some tried to erase it but to no avail. As if dismantling the past would change the future. How could we recognize ourselves anymore with masks on, no matter how fashionable they had become. How could we find human touch again, a place to meet halfway. This is the year when it all came tumbling down, while many were left to pick up the debris.


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