humankind! be wiser, can you. can i? waking up at midnight to quench the most absurd cravings and clothe them in a graveyard image.
reading drew me back to Japanese prose lately and reminded of the reason why i value it so highly. passions harnessed by very fine, and astonishingly thin, threads. stories about the untold. just like my dear bemossed place. so far, it has been for everything that i could not or would not say aloud. i might have annulled this boundary lately.
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