“Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.”
- Joy Division
Decades
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Decades
General FictionAs the war begins and the threat of death becomes imminent, a young man transcends space and time in a search for personal meaning. As the mushroom cloud rises in the distance, the moment slows down to a freezing point and the young man is transport...
