Memorizing Stroop tests, one after another, in the quiet heat of a California summer. Committing the sequence to memory in the hope that conditioning and subconscious attention is real. There is no audience during the infinite sunsets. So I practice litanies of borrowed insights, to a bed of stuffed animals. Conscripting eager listeners from the mold in the shower. Momentary triumph of won arguments against crumbling grout. Winning the long con of fraud, against oneself.
11:56 p.m. - 2019-07-15
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