Milestones made of emptiness that bring mere nanoseconds of joy. Watching the varying-- and highly personal-- weight of debts crush believers and atheists both. Mold growing quietly in ever-more-compromised nests. Short and surgical storms that shear and sully simultaneously. Synthesis interrupted by hedonism. Complex machinery that take longer to wind-up than to function. The minute glow of inspiration spilling from cracks widened by moonlight. Discarding health by the lungful. Environments that call, with ever-increasing urgency, for goggles and gears. And the silent hewing of boughs that were once tended with great care. The casual cruelty of compression. Or maybe just it's just pragmatism.
5:48 p.m. - 2023-11-21
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