derryere

Buried his mind there, didn't he? For fives years, he did. Five years. And he was insane. It was deep, and it was hidden, under layers of papers and TVs, shows and Muggle beer, clinging onto the poles of the bar like a sailor to the mast of a sinking ship, yelling on about how we all are castaways of circumstances in the end, as though he'd already reached it.