[Tim lies back on his bed - a shitty, dorm-esque place with cramped walls and a ceiling that's too low and the place retains the smell of his belongings, cigarettes and cheap aftershave, in a way that suggests a sense of permanence he knows, logically, doesn't really exist.]
[He takes another drag from the cigarette he doesn't remember lighting. So much for quitting.]
[So that's how their lives are. Vague. Ill-defined. Impossible to conceptualize. Dictated by creatures beyond the realm of their understanding.]
no subject
[He takes another drag from the cigarette he doesn't remember lighting. So much for quitting.]
[So that's how their lives are. Vague. Ill-defined. Impossible to conceptualize. Dictated by creatures beyond the realm of their understanding.]
max say anything else yet