
There will be paved roads at night, the skeletons of power-line towers, and abandoned villages, fairytale-like in the nocturnal fog. During the day, a scorching hot reverie reaches its heights there; at night, a damp mist settles on the ground and wraps everything in a web of gray shadows. Nothing disperses the mist, nothing disturbs it: only the light of headlamps, a streak of the Milky Way, and an infinite, star-filled glow.
Kamysh/Atomic, 2022
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