We sketched out unpopular philosophies on a back alley wall after everyone else had hurried home. Clean but jagged pictures drawn from the charcoal of ruined relationships. We listened attentively to each other over the sightless din of undead beyond. Their zombie scowls of disapproval meaningless in our land of ideas and freedom. I recited words from one of many sensei's I had never met, and she nodded in strict and sober attention.
7:55 p.m. - 2016-06-19
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