Days without sleep in the spaces between failed self-assembly. The muted blur of sunlights and a ratty bed lousy with matted feather-down. Clothes saturated with the overpowering stink of downstream cortisol. Without looking backward, the pyramid is built. Endless iterations of strain and theme-park angles. Breathing lost hours of granular blue. And tears that won't greet the sunset exhaustion. From Now On, and nothing changes.
2:45 p.m. - 2023-05-17
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