It's always hard to unplug someone. They're trapped in a web of layers, covering the infinite self. This is a letter to my past self.
Dear me, it's you, from the future. Will you become 80?
Dear me, it's you, from the future. Will you…
Dear me, it's you, from the future. Will you become 80?
It's always hard to unplug someone. They're trapped in a web of layers, covering the infinite self. This is a letter to my past self.