swept through netherlands like a breeze and then i left, all memories a wisp. sometimes i even wonder exactly what is my place in the events - this is a place i know not of itself but of my own conscious feebly pushing through to assert - if i repeat: i do not want to know i do not want to know i do not want to know - i know it will come true. how do i tell myself - these truths i know are only the lies i spin and thus from my own creation i make it a world that cages me in and keeps me away from the hostility of others and tuck my own hostility in neatly
don’t.
