Variant
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
2009
Opportunity knocked. A choice between night and day. Now the door is locked. I should have walked away.
Notice
I can never fade to black. A spotlight always shines on my goodbye.
Indistinguishable
Time’s resumed its pace. We are bound to its madness. We have done everything and we have done nothing. Moments are indistinguishable. An eerie feeling.
