[ Everything matters less and less, as he drinks. Not that anyone's asked, but there's the appeal. The promise that with enough liquor he could take everything down to zero.
Balance an empty scale.
The implication that they're all numbered, that there's someone keeping count, is like a noise that slips through the barrier between dreams and waking. Almost significant.
Rust's eyes flick from side to side, a slow-motion parody of thought. ] The latter. [ Overenunciated. ]
no subject
Balance an empty scale.
The implication that they're all numbered, that there's someone keeping count, is like a noise that slips through the barrier between dreams and waking. Almost significant.
Rust's eyes flick from side to side, a slow-motion parody of thought. ] The latter. [ Overenunciated. ]