2026.08.28
"Don't be that way. Soon we'll be old and ugly. Life is short, you know? Die young and leave a beautiful corpse. Who said that?"
"Someone who liked fucking corpses."
And that was exactly what I wanted--my emotions passing like headlights that shine softly through a window, sweep past me, illuminate something vaguely familiar, then fade and leave me in the dark again.
Every act of creation is an act of destruction.