Fatigue as the natural byproduct of honed competence. The curve flattening and then ascending again. Layers of enthusiasm shed under an infinite crushing social granularity. Raw skin hidden in the shade, during long and languishing naps. Respites inevitably turn into refreshment, or retirement. Stay sharp, or get sloppy, quotes the genetic freak with a tattooed hand. But it's true. Too true. Coalesce impetus, or fail, infinitum.

11:13 p.m. - 2018-10-16