it's late, it's languid, I'm lost. I am half asleep and falling, but I can't let it go: I am the only person alive in the whole world. with slender speed the slight lights have left me; the block is dark. I am making blueberry tea, I am waiting for it to soak. I am waiting. I am wafting.

tea's done.

good night, brave world, that has such people in it, etc etc., good night, aaron, for sitting by the graveyard with me. I need friends to fall like figs around my feet. but... that just isn't happening. goodnight,

whirled world.

whorled

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