i love you plus five.

letters to mr. octopus +
contemporary stuffs dancing together with obsessive-compulsive music caused by interchangeable emotional weather.
elchay stuffs from the beautiful mind of camille.


if you like to play paper dolls,
please report at the control.
thank you.

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It is not possible to sink lower than this; no human condition is more miserable than this, nor could it conceivably be so. Nothing belongs to us any more; they have taken away our clothes, our shoes, even our hair; if we speak, they will not listen to us, and if they listen, they will not understand. They will even take away our name: and if we want to keep it, we will have to find ourselves the strength to do so, to manage somehow so that behind the name something of us, of us as we were, still remains.