[that which is in dreams]

( She was running. The streets were strewn with dead bodies, skulls and sternums cleaved in two, rivers of blood and lymph and pus soaking the stale, dying earth- )

[The words are slurred with exhaustion, and it is obvious that she is talking to herself.]

The fires . . . Are they gone? . . .

Won’t think of that . . . Aizu is no longer home . . .

Must work . . .

Hotohori-san . . . He needs my help . . .

I need . . . that medicine . . . Please ( Read more... )