Rorschach's Journal, Day 100
Memory broadcast to City yesterday. Unfortunate.
So many secrets, spread out like viruses. Infecting and spreading, until everything has been touched by the plague.
So little good. So many regrets, mistakes. Like Coke in green glass bottles, true contentment isn't made anymore.
This City is alive, and I can hear the beat of its heart. Are we approaching the day when it stops?
What happens then? Will the clock chime midnight, or merely 11:25?
So many secrets, spread out like viruses. Infecting and spreading, until everything has been touched by the plague.
So little good. So many regrets, mistakes. Like Coke in green glass bottles, true contentment isn't made anymore.
This City is alive, and I can hear the beat of its heart. Are we approaching the day when it stops?
What happens then? Will the clock chime midnight, or merely 11:25?