I’m in a grassy field, in a memory. It’s grey and windy out. I’m younger and fitter and I can run really fast, so I do. someone who looks like T is with me—it might be Dennis in human form. I run up and down the hill and lie down in the grass and imagine that this could be where I die, even though it’s a place I’ve been my whole life. i wonder if it’s better to die at home or somewhere you’ve never been
