Maybe, when our time ends here, you’ll move forward and I’ll be the shadow you can’t reach; right below your feet, appear solely through the light slipped into the dark room, with no face to remember by.
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@muncorner Just happened last week, a friend greeted me in an exhibition, we talked all night, but I completely blanked out on their name. I had to sneak out and check the whole attendance lists to see if any names triggered my memories. 🙃
@muncorner Rotting alone at night doesn't sound too bad, actually. But if you perhaps need someone to yap their way around even in the middle of the night, you can always count me in.
@FONDLEDUSK@muncorner NOW that you asked, it’s hard to answer, indeed. But Virginia Woolf and Brontë sisters’ works would always have this tiny special spot in my heart. Do you have any current read?