Strings of firefly lights strung over badly repaired wooden fences show the wear of many years. I wallflower silently, watching distended people with painted faces. It's just a more honest, less original evolutionary dance. Playing at enlightenment with leather straps and omphaloskeptic bravado. I retire to an evening of sludge and waste, unimpressed. I'm no different from all the other animals, merging into ubiquitous obscurity.
12:14 p.m. - 2017-08-21
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