A vulture eating from a bloody smear on an abandoned suburban road. The crushing loneliness of external mistakes. My only company is that of the song stuck in my head. I feel untethered from social contrivances, in the most ostracizing way possible. Everyone is unmoored and drifting away from my tiny island. Ahead is the mouth of an overgrown and heavily unused road. I lay down in the tall brown grass, and watch the stars rise
11:16 a.m. - 2018-04-02
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