I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for war, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell :: ropy red vines scattered over the ground :: Tang Chinese Aztec peasant clothing :: muddy craters :: broken windmill :: strange spiral clouds :: garbage blowing in the wind :: low, greasy fires :: sullen resentment :: slice-of-life rld Ware I Wo1970s retrofuturism, by Rembrandt and Jakub Rozalski