Excerpt #1975

I touch faces in mir­rors, because I can’t touch any­thing else. I listen, but then I spoil it all by listen­ing too deeply. Sud­den diver­sions into inap­pro­pri­ate top­ics of con­ver­sa­tion are my curse. This is sub-text. I’m try­ing not to depend on anyone.

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