دیگه توی تاریکی نمیتونم از توی گوشیم کتاب بخونم بخاطر نور صفحه چشمم رو اذیت میکنه.
غم دارم.
غم دارم.
Nothing was permanent enough or strong enough to stand against time. And that was what decay was, really. It was the inevitability of time, the inevitability of the world eating away at you, everything breaking down back into the earth.