Македонија на Македонците!
Here’s my attempt at a snapchat selfie after being sick all week. I’m sorry I’ve neglected you all.
Staring into the midnight sky, starlight defeated by the scream of neon, truth is hard to discern. Does it sparkle? Does it burn? If a weightless moment transcends the gravity of time, what proof is there of its existence? Does it infuse every tick of the clock, each blink of an eye? Which is harder to bear—reality, or a lie?