𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓭, 𝓸𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 

I enjoy being as empty as the ocean of thought is, having no end to pure darkness. ǝɹuɓıɟ ɓuıʇsıʍʇ ɐ ɹoɟ ǝlqıssopɯı sı ɓuıpǝǝlS 
🄱🄸🅃🅃🄴🅁🄼🄸🄽🅃, 🄵🄴🄴🄻🄸🄽🄶🅂 🄰🅁🄴 🄽🄴🅆, 🄲🄾🄽🅂🅄🄼🄴🄳 🄱🅈 🅆🄾🅁🅁🄸🄴🅂 🄾🄵 🄽🄾🄽🄴 🄱🅄🅃 🅃🄷🄴 🄾🄽🄴 🄸 🅆🄸🅂🄷 🅃🄾 🄴🄰🅃/🄲🄾🄽🅂🅄🄼🄴^

Passing by the stores past midnight. . .

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝