the cabinet of dr. caligari

thecabinetofdrcaligarithecabinet2signs are everywhere, dragging me in different directions and nailing me to the ground. I do nothing. the old structures are angular and askew.

hot and cold, I turn my back on the room. I live in an old coffin. after 25 years I open my eyes, but the future is unclear. 

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