maruša stared @ the abstract map with its colored lines twisting into each other like tangled cords with crows feet growing cancerously under her eyes.
¿you don’t expect me to take all these trains do you? it’s too many. i barely have time for all my other work.
to this the impassive force said nothing but raised up before her a white document, as glaring white as the sun. @ the bottom she could see her familiar signature searing her like a curse.