Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Back to Work


Everything’s hard when life is easy. Cubicle eye contact avoidance. It seems, at last, I’ll always be this way. Got a thrill from exhaust and asphalt making me immune this morning. We all want all immunities today, but who knows what might coat the nose with superhuman oil slicks of power, we all waited to say hello until we had no choice; exchanged notes on lunch no one knew I had only just become permanently myself

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