Mornin'

So one by one
Each path we walk in moon and sun
Each red dust rose we cut and run from
They lay us low, they leave us numb
The damage done
As every mile between us passes
At every road I cross I notice
The space beside me only grows

yes, you are a loser with no rizz. i like that about you

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

«زمین سوخته‌ی احمد محمود در ویرانه‌ی ساختمانی در تهران که مهاجمان اسراییلی نابود کردند..»

I am on my way

I no longer care if I die, said Korin, then, after a long silence, pointed to the nearby flooded quarry: Are those swans?

- László Krasznahorkai, War & War

Misfortune is a test of people's fidelity.