| it's over now |
[Sep. 3rd, 2017|10:22 pm] |
his family never cared much for history, often telling him history didn't exist, because it was no longer happening.
the moment anything occured, they would say every night at dinner, it was gone, relegated to the fiction of memory.
they would say that with their heads bowed. and then they would begin eating. |
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