London, 1975
(via darkandlong)
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It’s some double standard, over exaggerated yawn; a reverie for who you were ten minutes ago - the sound of chewed cotton. Your faith escaped me, and it was perennial and full of breath.
reminder
to write (stark landscape of the uncanny valley that is recognizing the absurdity of existence, catching a candid glance of yourself, all the memories you will never truly realize you’ve lost, the strange simultaneous vulnerability and hardiness of being human)
