When I spend the day alone, I feel as if my flesh is rotting little by little — rotting and melting until there’s nothing left but a green puddle that gets sucked down into the earth. And all that stays behind are my clothes. That’s how it feels to me, waiting indoors all day.
Haruki Murakami
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Making these today
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY