Neutron bombs cascade my horizons. The ensuing tantrums of spoiled children muddy placid waters. It's difficult to find someone who isn't a solipsist these days. My bomb shelter is filled with the quiet whispers of Mandarin and French. The melting bodies of co-conspirators hurl themselves ineffectually against re-dashed walls in an effort to drag me along with them. I ignore all distractions except for the flickering candlelight above a contemplative Go board.
11:20 a.m. - 2017-03-02
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