#somnuseer

“ — so. no id. no papers. ” it would be clear to anyone that this is the face of an exhausted woman, eyelids heavy & her usually collected demeanor sacrificed in favor of a heavy, heavy head pressed against the palm of her hand. “ c’mon, make it easy for both of us, please. just tell me how you got in & i might let you go. ”

“ — what is this place ? ” you’d think he should have grown accustomed to it, by now — travelling in between worlds, ripping through paper into dimensions that aren’t the one he was born ( no, thinks he was ) into. yet it never makes him any less lost, any more certain of where the fuck he’s ended up — so he can only turn, wide-eyed like a child, to the only soul he can see. the next words that come out of his mouth are more or less a curse to himself. “ shit, i did it again, didn’t i ? ”

veto - slowres. i think if alan’s life was a movie or something like that, this could easily be the soundtrack to his dreamscapes & general powers :’| it’s weird & haunting & creepy & i love it sm.