the little dark space

chapter 8 - afterwords

so, there is a death plague going through my house, my work, hail, my very life. i, for the most part, do not have it.

i knock on all wood. every spirit within the wood hide me from caprisiousness, and guard me from the hubris of my words. like the bark of a tree that you may once have been, surround me and protect me from these errant words of health.

so, to everyone, feel better!