always tackling the amazing

 

a fuzzy mechanism
  -or-
architect of straws

 

 

 

it was cold at the bottom, reflecting in my mind of debasement. it's odd, nowadays esp,

to feel protective of a woman: it's both expected and derided. but i caught a scent of

someone looking to perpetuate some violence and i followed my nose. this led to my

current predicament.

 

the curious incident w/ the dog, is, funnily enough, incidental. my true goal was to

reclaim the term 'chivalry' which, ironically, i lost through ineptitude and at night.

the convoluted answer would require too much backstory, too much detritus; i can't erase

it all, but the class in regret seems to never end.

 

electrified or terrified: these were the options i faced. i chose stoic.