It Comes
It is coming. You cannot avoid it. It twists in your gut, inevitable. A force like none other. And yet, it is not here, not quite yet. It will be soon, but while it treads ever closer, why not talk to one more friend, make one more acquaintance, buy one more bed...?
An austere love letter to polygang aka the inhabitants of hotelca <3
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i keep the ticket to use as a bookmark. something to do with the permanency of material things, reminding us of the memories that can slip away so easily... like a train that you reach 30 seconds too late...