The distant static of rusted radio towers keeps me company at night. I indulge myself in full moon feasts of pillaged ramen noodles and withered cabbage. I'm distracted by shiny trinkets in candlelit windowsills. I skulk by apartment memories accidentally-on-purpose. There's always work to be done. The long effort of rewinding tensile cords. Counterclockwise is is a made up idea. Except that's the way the world spins. Unlearning is hard.
1:20 p.m. - 2017-04-10
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