Returning to place, across the way from other places. A city with ice-shard leaves, and packs of rabidly-hungry white rabbits with blood-red eyes. Sifting through shattered storefronts to search for supplements to survival. Treading the same footpath, every time, knowing the result will be the same. A handful of morning's with the sun giving it's warning. The sky slowly fading into a brighter gray. Too-short afternoons spent wishing away adulthood. The final ascension to superbly synthetic alertness. One month to the permanence of pills. Rearranging the space of a previous life. Laborous and unapprecated. Drawing mind's eye pictures with words and automated crowdsourcing. The weird satisfaction of overlapping Venn Diagrams. Sophomoric meltdowns somewhere in the distance. Inevitable and wince-worthy. In time, they might have become good people. But now they're gone, and not to be thought of again.
5:40 p.m. - 2023-09-22
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