Muted sounds and muted tones. My head swivels from screen to paper, to and fro, to and fro. Heart fighting with head. Desire against sensibility. Isn’t it the same for almost everything? The snack lays untouched and cold, left to fend itself against prying ants away from home. If I scream and ran wild on the street now, would anyone wake to notice me?
(Why do I insist on isolating isolation? )
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