letters to africa...

dear africa,


i'm looking for Aslan... it's like everything's crumbling down... and no one can do anything to prevent it. no bond is without its trials... but this is hard toil for what is founded on bytes and a few cocktails. you can wear your smiles, but that can only take you as far... and you cannot smile as sweet, knowing everything's on the tip of a double edged knife. now, your playground has become your pain and pleasure... everything's on the line... and the only way to save it all is the same thing that they consider taboo. would you do anything, just about anything, for your family? Aslan did... and i would too... the stone table awaits...