Chasing tales

Mind = junkshop.

Cur­rently pon­der­ing sequences, missed notes, lost let­ters, spheres of influ­ence, glow­ing lights, stil­ted con­ver­sa­tions, night­mares, social accept­ab­il­ity, incom­pre­hens­ible tired­ness, unsat­is­fact­ory lan­guage, the nature of this thing we call exist­ence, the ques­tion of what hap­pens next … and fingernails.

Back soon. Don’t wait up.

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