Vaporized mid-life frequencies that taste, unpleasantly, of white noise. A droning calm that hides the coming storm. Shaving off bits of life into dust. Returning to half-empty campuses that exist in every pop-culture fantasy. Broken-window mansions with gouged-wood floors. It only exists until the sun rises, greeted with Ibuprofen and a lake of water.
11:55 a.m. - 2023-02-02
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