6th Semester
"we will be bonded by this tactile sensibility"
Dear friend,
Times are strange. I'm not seeing many faces anymore. The streets are eerily empty and quiet. It feels surreal to spend so much time with myself.
There are moments when it just becomes too much, and I wonder how much longer life is going to be like this.
Times are strange. I'm not seeing many faces anymore. The streets are eerily empty and quiet. It feels surreal to spend so much time with myself.
There are moments when it just becomes too much, and I wonder how much longer life is going to be like this.
But I keep reminding myself that I am not alone.
