The hissing snow of un-tuned television channels diffused through too bright sunlight. Sweat-lined clothes, and a feeling of wait-fatigue. Haphazardly balancing invisible scales with half-measured skyblots and earthtones. The looming dread of pleasantries. Pools of sewage with still tendriling cores of fresh blood. One thousand iterations of incantations. Transmuting words into smears, and then scalpeling away a phrase at a time. The projected and imagined vibration of pillows. Nascent oaths against internal clouding. That strange place between discipline and dissatisfaction. All depending on the angle. And squinting.
5:02 p.m. - 2023-10-20
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