You nod in confirmation. Yes. Passive magic. While you find it slightly surprising this woman knows the word, it isn't enough for anything more than passing interest to flicker across your features.
At this you tap your notebook. "I observe." You say, as if that somehow has the ability to explain everything else. In truth you don't understand why everyone is so nosy or bothered by your role. What does it matter to them, why you do the things you do? Wouldn't a better question to be to wonder if there is any danger? If you are silently conferring upon them some sort of obligation?
At this you tap your notebook. "I observe." You say, as if that somehow has the ability to explain everything else. In truth you don't understand why everyone is so nosy or bothered by your role. What does it matter to them, why you do the things you do? Wouldn't a better question to be to wonder if there is any danger? If you are silently conferring upon them some sort of obligation?
sometimes i'm terrified of my heart; of its constant
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
hunger for what it is it wants. the way it stops and starts.
