ever since there were walls,
and the clay of Ur and Uruk was not that different from tablets — sometimes raw, sometimes cooked.
The patrol has just finished its round, and under the protection of the night, or inattention, someone scribbles that something that’ll perhaps survive a millenia or won’t pass the next week…
ever since there were walls,
and the clay of Ur and Uruk was not that different from tablets — sometimes raw, sometimes cooked.
The patrol has just finished its round, and under the protection of the night, or inattention, someone scribbles that something that’ll perhaps survive a millenia or won’t pass the next week…