#Writing #Smoking #Fascism #Future
Seeing our partner smoking on the doorstep, looking stoically at the sunrises we were reminded of a simpler time.
A time of anger and fear leading the world into a dark and narrow place. Where nothing can escape from its dark and gloomy event horizon.
Watching them as we see the strong red light glow shows the expression of sadness and regret we realize that our generation might be the last generation to not live under a fascist thumb.