Words and more words, all dusting the last of the year. Re-reading the turpentine-thin epiphanies of youth. Sending unreturned messages to old lovers by starlight. One-sided conversations with strangers in the afternoons. The exchanges always exactly the same length and content. The slow fetishization of tangled ideas, picked apart with quick-bitten fingernails. Which inevitably becomes, sadly, porn.
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