There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye?

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

I'm just another stupid human.

The conversation of bullets.

So many humans. So many colors.

If I ever leave this place- I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.