two november
six : fifty-four p.m.

back in the city. it's terrible already.

i see you everywhere. i can't get away from it. every boy in a hat, every boy on a bicycle is you. my head is spinning, i can't stop feeling it. you're in everything, and you don't even know it. you're taking over, you've taken over, and there's no way i can tell you.

this has to work. it has to. i don't know what i'll do if it doesn't.