The whitening of my soul with the contents of a dark blue bottle. Bleaching memories of my mother with naive curiosity. Two short-lived experiments, labeled Work and Day. Hiding a shame that never manifests. Covered with an unwashed mask, and the busywork of blind corners. Hubris before research, a classic. Paranoia during the sunsets, and neurosis during the rain. Gambling with handfuls of teeth and guilt. Like every other idiot, there is no good answer to the question Why.

4:57 p.m. - 2021-10-21