 [Excerpt from Red's Journals, analyzing Syd's behaviour close to his death]" In the bitterness of his loss, he put his sunglasses on and went to the corner store. In there he got a coffee and a pack of parliament blues which he chained smoked as he read the newspaper in the dying sunset. 
 "Ah what a life!" he cried into the blue sky above with tangerine clouds, and resorted to reading with a bureaucratic smile on his face. Is this the life you want for him, dear reader?
 We didn't think so either, so we took him to the seven lakes where he could clean his soul from all this non-sense. And he came back relatively unscarred, looking like himself, very well-mannered and all the rest. But their was a presence in his mind that chained him to his suffering and their was nothing to be done about it; the fleeting memory of being thrown in the ditch."


still gnaw my mind // Mix

[W.o.D!]