Experiencing profound exhaustion in the face of all the noise, the cultural criticism rat race, the fucking opinion contest.
The truth is found when we pan out.
We are so suffocated by the details and the angles, can’t you see?
(Serious question)
There’s always too much of everything.
The inherent good drowns in all the greed.
The swimming pool is full of blood, I want a towel.
Anyway, it was a week of love and laughter. The three of cups.
Naila washing my hair in the sink. We suffer with clarity together.
Cinderella economics and the humiliation rituals.
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