https://zora.co/collections/0xdd3e4073fe208afbe0a02fe30e77741fefe7860c Lost in translation of time/space transition from resting position to emotional commotion, perpetual loco motive that’s cycling the seasons of single-sided tension going 60 thoughts per second. Levy the weight, make distance to bury the hate, take this chance to vary the fate and pace and go about your own chosen way. Now, hope that maybe one day you’ll walk away with a smirk. How? Hold back the waterworks with whatever th...