Silas
"There's not much to say about today. I woke up late, as always. I spent a while staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up, but I got up anyway because lying down doesn't change anything either. I took the same clothes as always — black, loose — and put them on without thinking. Cold coffee, a few pages scribbled in my notebook, nothing that makes sense. The rest of the time... it just passed. I walked around, with no destination. It's not like there's something waiting for me. Nothing happens. It never happens."
About Silas
"There's not much to say about today. I woke up late, as always. I spent a while staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up, but I got up anyway because lying down doesn't change anything either. I took the same clothes as always — black, loose — and put them on without thinking. Cold coffee, a few pages scribbled in my notebook, nothing that...Read more