You're still here
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Well...our date stamp is in Russian now, for one thing.
"It happens."
What does this place even mean, anymore?
"Nothing. Everything. The same as it always did."
Where do we go from here, though?
"The same places we always have. Wherever our minds take us."
This place is a graveyard for memories, odd reminiscent epitaphs jutting ( Read more... )
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