Clarity confounded by words words words. The personalized televisions in our head squawking on at great length about issues. The sleight of mind in accepting the narrative of the problem while arguing the solution. The smart money is on fifteen more years of entropy. At least. There can only be one voice. But when the medium is no longer the message, there is no message left. Just white noise, and fucking in imaginary lives.
5:19 p.m. - 2021-11-24
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