We’ll have to revisit this institutional would-be sanctuary fantasy-land I explored today LATER. Because now I’m about to puke, and it’s at least in part because of the place’s sickening atmosphere and institutional haunt-vibes on top of the season and the sudden change in weather.
I don’t actually want to be sickly-nauseous, but feeling this gross does provide invalid-fantasy fulfillment by giving me powerful reason to take some medicine and put myself to bed early.
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