The cascade of tears falls down and I write it down and shrug my shoulders up as I atlasizse the situation. It's pain incarnate - gluten.
If i stop and stare at my words, I mesmierize myself into obvlivion. I don't even know how else to explain it.
And i go back to the kitchen to drown my sorrows in more delicious food from FF...
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Continued the next morning...
I log onto the machine. I turn the music down. I turn the brightness up. I browse, I browse, I absorb, I reflect.
I end up in the early reaches of the internet.
Tears well up. Tears well up as I raise my covered hands to my face in exhausted exasperation at the state of my brain connections.
The brutalist thinking overwhelms. I cry. I cry because i am alone, and I am not alone.
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