It snowed that night, but walking home I don’t think I left any footprints in it.

That little voice of Murphy is still screaming in my ear that this can’t be real; that at any moment I’m going to wake up in my cold little room, shielding my eyes against the light of a much less colorful world as an anonymous morning zoo spills quietly from my alarm clock. But fuck that. It’s the best dream I’ve had in a long time, and I intend to hold onto it and enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

Na*: i really want to protest and get very angry cuz i have never started my own protest before
Me: is that a valid reason for protest?


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