Creeping around the imaginary backwood inside my head. Dreaming about the unsafety of the unknown. Oceans of cardboard and steel and plastic filling my lungs for my entire life. Escaping to a pristinely abandoned cabin in Big Sur. Cerulean waves to wash away the remembrance of luxury. Tress without crown that have no memory. A tiny garden of braided thorn bushes and half-wild bonsai. Watching the cremation clouds of a civilization hundreds of miles south. The solitary confinement of rivers. The fading memory of pale-skinned women.
4:19 p.m. - 2021-01-20
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