Tallow tears alongside misplaced evening chirping. Missives sent in the black hours of forgetting. Some of the silvery hope-threads vibrating with activty the next day. "I don't remember writing any of this", words mumbled to myself in belated shame. Instead I busy myself with the endless sorting of colorful names, and too-frequent push-button games. We're all back again at Hurry Up and Wait, while a world of responsibilities molders somewhere in the hindbrain.
4:57 p.m. - 2022-09-29
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