The fringes of consciousness made manifest. The edge of a once-lived life-- and the leyline convergence of a dream-- realized. Finding hidden-but-expected cracks in a mirror. Stolen trysts with Tennessee freckles above an empty hotel lobby. Spiderwebbed reflections falling from a frame. Months of carefully cultivated angles bludgeoned into a more accurate shape. Adherence to the philosophy of class and masculinity. The weight of the fractured consonance of a close friend spread heavy across exhausted shoulders. Midnight goodbyes built from the tentative hugs of exhaustion and self-consciousness. And everyone too tired to care.
10:29 a.m. - 2018-09-10
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