Sublime

shitmaru,

“So, then, where are we?” I asked, for the umpteenth time. And still, Sensei did not reply.

maverick.

The sun begins to sink. It is time for the cats to come. He knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place

vicissitudes

« C’est comme si chaque mouvement de son cœur entraînait le mien. À la manière de deux canots reliés par une corde. Mais aurait-on l’idée de la couper que l’on ne trouverait aucun couteau qui y parvienne. »

The plan was to meet outside the north exit of the Marunouchi Line in Tokyo Station on August 20th—today—at 12:30 P.M.

nepotistic

grok,”