Anterograde amnesia from dimming lanterns. Forgetting the words for midnight drives that start and end nowhere. Struggling with the synaesthesic smell of solitude on starlit sideroads. One thousand hours of drifting in conflict-limbo, until every note is tattooed on the soul. Misunderstood scorpions with empty eyes. Stinger slowly stained scarlet from exigency. An internal locus that cannot be wrenched askew. Cannot be cleft in twain. With mouthfuls of re-swallowed bile, the end isn't so very far away. The smile of an old boy. The grimace of laughter. The return home after the long straying down the wrong path.
11:21 a.m. - 2023-09-08
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