The cramped and cozy confines of an oversold oubliette. Sips of scalding earth from shredded styrofoam. Leaning into the pleasant fantasy of murmured stories and hiccupped giggles. The loud, obscene clucks of disapproving hens. Performative study of seduction in the low light of dungeons. Skipping-stone conversations flitting from self-affirmation to affirmation of the self. Time passes. The mismatched horns of youth, and of experience, locked together in a lopsided struggle. The awesome power of syllables. One agonizing minute of firm insistence. Stretching off into an infinity of ashamed disappointment. Regression as a coping mechanism, as the skies melt into tiny rainbow shards. The steep cost of overestimated mediocrity. Learning the precise value of what's on offer. And learning that what's surprising about anything is nothing.
7:55 p.m. - 20234-1-5
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