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It is what it is.
Vision had trivialized our tiny world. We used to be three parts to one soul, locked in introspection, and now we were three separate people who hardly knew each other—if we were people at all.
My organs felt shifted, rearranged by gravity, and the sensation was strange and opulent.
this made me feel NASTY
Theatrics don’t work if nobody cares.
If death hands you rancid shit strewn with human hair, make an escape ladder.
