Perscrībere 022: urgh... wind.
I've started to notice how the artificial surroundings is throwing off my senses... The air feels congested considering it's just recycled by some weird... what did that woman call it again...?
Machina?
Anyway... I thought leaving the window open would help... but it didn't change that feeling at all. I'm not sure if I'm imagining things but there's a faint smell of blood in the air, and for once it doesn't smell like a slaughtered pig. Geez... I hate sensitivity to what the wind carries.... I feel sick...
Machina?
Anyway... I thought leaving the window open would help... but it didn't change that feeling at all. I'm not sure if I'm imagining things but there's a faint smell of blood in the air, and for once it doesn't smell like a slaughtered pig. Geez... I hate sensitivity to what the wind carries.... I feel sick...