The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.
...itโs not just the person who fills a house, itโs their Iโll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.
I think we think in terms of stories.
Better a soulless clone... than a souled roach.
One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.