There is a cloud that surrounds these Early Days of The New Millennium, and it is impossible to see beyond the cloud to what history will record as our collective destiny. 'Casualite' is an expression of this idea. Are we tyrants? Misunderstood sub-royalty? Lazy to a fault
There is a cloud that surrounds these Early Days of The New Millennium, and it is impossible to see beyond the cloud to what history will record as our collective destiny. 'Casualite' is an expression of this idea. Are we tyrants? Misunderstood sub-royalty? Lazy to a fault? Will animals inhabit our domiciles, sighing a relived sigh, after we are all gone?
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