morgueville,heartland living.

i heard cries. and shouts. despair.


when i looked out of the window, i saw blaze of fire, and everyone ran along the carpark, forming the overshadows on the dark, maroon walls of the neighbouring blocks. right across my window sat shoko asahara of the aum cult, afloating. meditating. sitting on the air. as everyone continue running.

i ran, too.
such fiery animosity. it overwhelmed me as i struggle to hide. but what came after that, i can't remember.




(so i just had a fucking nightmare. which like most stupid lalaland dramas, make cowsense. or perhaps it's telling me i'm joining a cult soon.)