I drive a hundred and twenty miles an hour down US 50. No lights, no cars. Just the thunder of 480 BPM in my temples, and the syrup of counter-strings in my arteries. I return to my nest after midnight. An abandoned shell not too far from the freeway. I settle in for meditation of warm places and untitled ambiance. A candle illuminates a gift of an amateur koi painting. It's contemplation brings the cold reassurance of paradigm shifts and ultimate irrelevance.
12:17 p.m. - 2017-10-16
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