A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head
out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm
sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service
in Korea.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
