Aren't they those plastic discs that music used to come on before streaming downloads? The ones that last 1,000,000 years and fill up the landfills? Especially useful for holiday decorations, light chimes (like wind chimes but with sun light), and in gardens to detract birds from eating the strawberries....
Originally Posted by TheOrcsBane
Whoever says “I” creates the “you.” Such is the trap of every conscience. The “I” signifies both solitude and rejection of solitude. Words name things and then replace them. Whoever says tomorrow, denies it. Tomorrow exists only for him who does not seek it. And yesterday? Yesterday is Kolvillàg: a name to forget, a word already forgotten.
The Oath: A Novel by Elie Wiesel