The Waste Land

decay, plagues, screens, paranoia, beauty

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PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT read the t-shirt on the man who sat across from me at a fashion show, my first and likely last. And the words on his shirt which I was reading over and over again and then saying to myself sounded and looked vaguely familiar and the man inside the shirt also looked vaguely familiar. It was the beginning of everything feeling…