[Prose] Memory gives mortality a memoir.

Memory gives mortality a memoir.

To each their own shattering, to each their own other.

Please put me into a trance, with the warmth of your blood flow.

Like a never, ever yesterday that rewinds itself.

In perfect motion. Less.

Put down your lies. Don’t put down your hair.

Find out it’s just another bad dream in a good place. A good place to be.

A good place to be you.

Believe it, or belie it somehow. Somehow,

the only way out disappears into such bad dream.

You wake up, you refused to wake up.

So we say goodbye a thousand time. There will be flying kisses.

Believe in there would be you.

Vasiliza, your handwriting is unrecognizable.

Civ VI, act II, scene III.