Adderall on the laminate floors. Scentless, empty cans of cheap wine. The tarnished metal of an unused teapot. The missing memory of cars driving past the house in the late afternoon. Sunlight, thick with daydreams and filtered through cheap plastic. We are all saved the embarrassment of the future. Looking back with disdain on our incomprehensible hubris. The vacuum nukes should be getting very close, now.
5:32 p.m. - 2022-03-18
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