Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time. — William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
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Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.

— William S. Burroughs, Everything Lost: The Latin American Notebook
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