what we didn't want to do was start over what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order and oh ethan how we tried, we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war
rounds those squares those angles this chair
my love and you - there could be a place a
place a place here
my boy. my beautiful little boy.
aeschylus scratches on his tablet and we are represented by faceless chorus and meager settings. this is the wasteland, you and i here and alone and pounding against the end of the world, never able to break the glass and breathing the air that's gone heavy and stale with ignorance.
my memories! these floods of emotion are almost too much to bear. every hour they plague me, like fire racing across my scalp, and i am gasping, sobbing, my pulse rate is too high, and then it's gone. like a fever, it breaks. and then it is back again: my alarm clock used to have blue lcd, my favorite piece of music is 2 minutes longer than the one i know now, i used to have such a fondness for cinnamon. wracked, wrung, wrong.