Я ищу.
You know what the saddest thing is?
In one of the spirals, where I circled the drain that always seems to display the qualities of an object stretched well into the fourth dimension (quite a beautiful shape by the way), my head being filled with violence and anger and hurt and the feeling of being wronged, you know what stopped it? A single phrase. "She's ok, you don't have to worry. She is fine." Because of course that is what worries me. After all that, that is what that unbroken fucking pattern, that connection is. I would be proud if I didn't feel so betrayed and disappointed in myself.