[Isamu is out on his own again, this time wandering the open fields just north of town. It takes him a while, but he eventually finds a nice flat rock to sit on. He sets his notebook beside him, sits cross-legged with his hands on his knees, and closes his eyes.

After about a minute of this, he's already feeling ridiculous.]Come on, spirit ( Read more... )

[The handwriting is legible, but the owner is mildly delirious. Responses will reflect this.]

what do you live for