But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries.

“There were a few other moves of his father's he could do without as well - the …”

“Humanity is so adaptable [...] Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as l…”

“I feel despised there, for having so little money; also for once having had so …”

“Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can neve…”