The ache in my system feels worse, like dust has settled in my body. A certain pain has grown in multiple places. It does not allow movement. I move, I cannot see anything, I cannot think anything. It is the dry hunger which has consumed me.

Through the membrane of my eyelids, I can feel the light of the sun reach my body. I am insulated in this room, stuck on the couch like a diorama set.

There are only memories left to rot in this apartment.



There is another way. (GO BACK TO START || CHOICE)