Life itself is only a vision, a dream.
Nothing exists, save empty space and you.
And you… are but a thought.
The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain
Just doing some light reading.
I made this about 5 years ago for… poetry class. We had to make a book and this… this is what I did. My teacher thought I was weird.
KANDA. KANNNNDAAA. KAAAAAAAAAAAANDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.