1537.

The damages we
must keep tethered by the need
to ply memory.

1536.

What if the after-
death is nothing more than the
wish to forget life?

1535.

I wonder what ghosts
hide in the rafters of our
homes, always watching.

1534.

If only the will
for difference could make it
be. Idealism.

1533.

The dark corners keep
calling to me. Succor and
begging. Foundations.

1532.

He spoke about how
his heart would change her life. Such
ego and threat, one.

1531.

Freezing nights and lost
motivations. A brutal
autumn cessation.