Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

2022
It's like waking up in the middle of the night with dry lips. Breaths mingling and transforming into each other. The meaningless seat covers of an intercity bus in the middle of nowhere, at full twilight. The feeling of endless longing for someone you can safely hug and sleep on his lap. Bitter songs that play silently and deeply, without interruption, stuck in those old memories. The endless hunger to blend into the darkness, to dance alone on the balcony,…