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[softer]

I touch my skin. I pretend that there is no motion in the universe. I am covered in darkness and silence. Light and sound have dropped and disappeared. There is no longer gravity, or speed, no constant or variable. The walls are still, and the mice in them are still. The wallpaper is still. Then my eyes are closed, and all of the walls bend

Comments

[anonymous]

where is niche?

[anonymous]

i wish i could hear you speak.