I wonder how I ever knew anything. There were doors and then more doors. I stepped from one to the next. Opening and stepping through. It was all doors. All the same door, repeating.
Miss Bates Dreaming, VIII
Everything that pleases and pains
Everything that pleases and pains
I wonder how I ever knew anything. There were doors and then more doors. I stepped from one to the next. Opening and stepping through. It was all doors. All the same door, repeating.