sphinxradio i'm not going to leave you so many desperate notes as i used to
i've found that it's really not worth the time i thought it was.
i think maybe i should stop making myself so vulnerable,
since you rarely respond anyway.
scintillare makes me think of the note on the back of the paper with the skeleton. and her expression: im sorry.
i knew it.
the page had been in the room for a couple of years i think.
i kept it in my bag till i got home, and i read it in the bathroom and burned the pieces of the torn skeleton with the words in the flame of my blue candle. it was raining, but i had to go outside.
im sorry but no.
what's it to you?
who go