Какая история, какая история...

[Samishige]

А как написано: "A white sky over New York, white as heroin, and streets stretching out like a bone-bleached desert labyrinth, a grid mapping geometric nothingness. Stale air. The taste in his mouth no longer hunger. He was sinking under the weight of all the things he couldn't do, trapped in a space defined by what wasn't there. It was as though he'd even forgotten the specific nature of his cravings and only the empty places were left".



Фэндом: Velvet Goldmine. Да, да - тот самый фильм с Макгрегором!



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За наводку спасибо DieMarchen.

Comments

[Лукиан]

Hilla_Lilla, ты так хорошо английский знаешь, попереводить на благо общественности не хочешь?

[Samishige]

Никнивен, нет. Я плохо перевожу.