Tweed, tweed, tweed.
Suddenly, in the midst of the war, I was overcome by an incredible feeling of optimism.
Almost there. But not quite.
Surrounded by crowds, but still lonely. Alone in your apartment and still lonely.
The entire internet explained, forever.
“If a body catch a body, coming through the rye.”
There is a fire that is not quite yet a fire.
The beautiful girl enters the room.
It is strange to see you here, old friend.