you hear a tale over and over again but when it's your turn to say it, the plot evades you and you make it up from scratch. luckily.

---i do not remember speaking, there's no memory of it but there is language, as if a chamber in time in which thoughts predate language---

summer did happen. tho it seems it's been autumn or winter all along

today might be a day i'll need to remember. i cross my fingers hoping it falls into oblivion, as i hardly ever do.

preston park hunting. july

you have been invited to magic circus

this game is for real