I highlight days on the calendar with negative space shading. Days carved from a block of contentment, transmuted into skeleton keys for foreign gateways. I send myself as a messenger to negotiate for the rights of crimson capsules. Sometimes I grow bored once I've made it past the portcullis, and go home early with a belly full of validation. I bury my progress with opacity, and leave the coarseness of intrusion behind on the steps of open doors.
9:08 p.m. - 2016-04-19
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