Tunneling into ten thousand cardboard images. Symbols of compliance pretending to be competence. Skimming long-cons out of a synthetic ocean. All powered by perpendicular decision making from one vector or another. An aria of platitudes plays in my brainstem. Not as a distraction, but as mindfulness. The choking suffocation of presence in adolescent mornings. And in dead part of the evening, while damp with insufficient breeze, I struggle with unread books and dream fitfully of sakura capsules.
5:20 p.m. - 2022-08-05
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