February 15, 2021

Chapter 27:

The Birds

The fourth day I was back in the city, I didn’t go outside all day.


I didn’t imagine that dystopia could feel more cemented. It was all, already, thoroughly depressing. But after she died I felt that perhaps it wouldn’t get better.

Foggy Mountains

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