A bricked up room, a wooden bed and a wooden pillow, a pile of clothes, a horse's head split in two, dust and crumbs the mice refused to eat, the dry warm air of a hundred years - what's next?
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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