An ode to a Brutalist beaut.
"It's useless! Useless! In time it will come for him and then it will come for you!"
"Don't you think dreams and the internet are similar? They're both areas where the repressed conscious mind vents."
Oh hey. I made something and I'm only slightly embarrassed to show it.
"Careful. I'm contagious."
"Smile, my boy. It's sunrise."