the_fish_out_of_water raze there's a boy who potions up a well, leaving it darker than when he found it. in this, his fifth tributary, no standing still. he seems to rummage as i leave the final step on the sidewalk. he says if love can't plan for tomorrow, tell him. you think he's a question in his own mind as he climbs the ruins. is there any purer syndrome? 260329 what's it to you? who go blather from