Enter Praha, 2024 version.
Enter exhaustion state level five. Thou shalt work until thou drops.
Praha 2024.
It’s the background hum of air conditioners and transit trams, a glimmer of sunlight off the tail of a passing aircraft, long after the sun has set behind the city’s 1200 year old castle. It’s the relentless cries (who’s kidding who here he’s screaming) of my son who refuses to sleep, well, sort of e…
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