I feel claustraphobic, and it smells like Latin. Like the rot of nothing and the sweat of computers. I feel my lungs tighten as I smell the pages of th cursed Latin Book. The smell of paper and a self-proclaimed death. Of typing untill my fingers bleed. The soft, sweet smell of blood. I feel the tell-tale signs of fear from too little space and it smells like Latin is closing in around me.
Death By Latin
November 18, 2011