Diary entry, Oscar Lowe
"It seems that sometimes one must force oneself to see the brighter side. Even when everything around you is set ablaze. Even when day is a constant night and your companions are simply spectral whisps. Yes, even then, and especially then, you must find the one tiny feather floating towards the earth, whole, perfect. What am I writing? This is madness and pathetic self-sympathizing."
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I set aflame a city here
Inside my room my toppled tiers
They fell quite unassumed, unexcited yet entombed
In the memories of my days far long past.
-Oscar Lowe
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