Never Ending Land, A Stretching, Vast Landscape. The Trees And Fauna Are All The Same, All The Way Across.

I Am Somebody by Glenn Ligon, 1991

So tired of the Zending being characterized as Stanley unjustly taking away the Narrator’s happiness when it's also his fault for trapping Stanley in there and expecting him to put his life aside so the Narrator can be happy.

A fully finished piece, finally

THE STANLEY PARABLE | THE HANGED MAN

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He should be fine…

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

zending

When Stanley came to a set of two open doors