“I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back.”
To you, I’m a ghost. We’re all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.
and now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves.inspired by [x]