Dan Brown (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)
Old People With Big Ears
Isn’t it a sick irony, the suffering of old people?
They shrink and become littler, whilst
their ears grow large and intrusive to
the atmosphere. Isn’t it a sick irony that as
their ears get bigger, they succeed in hearing less?
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