I could think of no other purpose, Love. They sang throughout the night while I was found, in the garden. It would be simpler, he said, if they would just remember me, but there were too many of them.
‘With a ‘well, well, well, what have we here?’ I can enter any room with confidence, hand on hip [the Nurse called from within]
It reminded me of the idiots and ghouls between myself and myself, while I scratched like a cat.
What a piece of junk! But I think that it will be enough. The whole world was changing in those days while the haze reminds me of leaves, and of you.