Social arrangements suspended in perpetuity. Letters left on damp doorsteps That say "Please, but no thank you". I just want to sleep for a year in an empty nest. Reading library books half-eaten by mold and disuse. Decades of having been trained to not pay attention. It's amazing McLuhan wasn't in a fatal accident at the hands of conglomerates and megacorporations decades sooner. Off-hand dialogue with myself in the gray mornings. It's always frustration, or satisfaction. But what we all wanted, was the wanting.
9:33 a.m. - 2019-12-11
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