Why don’t I go?
Why do I crawl about this pot,
this oubliette,
stupidly?
Why don’t I go?
– D. H. Lawrence
Lost in the surreal realm. Drowned by life.
Why don’t I go?
Why do I crawl about this pot,
this oubliette,
stupidly?
Why don’t I go?
– D. H. Lawrence