How well you’ve done.
Every time i close my eyes.
It’s always the same.
Direction with no sense. Wandering aimlessly and throwing sidelong glances down unlit alleyways. Wondering if film is really picking up time stopping for everyone else. Slipping past a security camera’s lapsed hours. Off limit mansions and dim light districts covering the escape.
I can’t believe i’ve actually lived to see the era of robotic stealth fighters. Fuck yes.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The only dream i ever have.
Kaneda? What do you see?
Don’t get PTSD, give PTSD.
