Ephemeral Delusion

Wednesday, November 3, 2010, 11:18 PM

It's peculiar how our lives are pressed between the lyrics, a motion of still pictures- snapshots or rather, spontaneous yet possibly a permeable channel in envisaging the ending.

Beyond the euphoria and reading between the lines, the main character will then come to realization that perhaps for the betterment of her mental health, the first chess move was wrong after all.




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