I leave my tiny magnum opus at the doorstep of solipsism. Thirty days of devotion squeezed from heart to hard drive. A chunk of my life, carved from ivory and charcoal. Beating my metal frame into compliance and temperance. No response. The medium was always the message. There is no recourse remaining. I've earned a clean exhaustion, and a salved conscience.
11:40 a.m. - 2018-01-01
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