The room was dark and black and blue. i bought a copy of the times for you. there was moer in that room than you and i. three hours later i read what you had in mind. i can't take it. i can't explain it. i never thought of it before. today is my last day, my last miserable day. i wish there was something more. your combative plans for an unguessed end, a circumstance you were sure we wouldn't forget. am i being illogical? i know hopelessness, lonliness, say it isn't so.
