with love, it is everything, and there is something to wonder at everywhere; the casings and external details of life change but the core of it never does; from now to reaching back way behind me and to way beyond me, it will always be love like a clear tunnel that binds all lives until we can see all the way through it to the deepest core of everyone, all at once and if we could live our lives peering down this tunnel there would be no injustice but here it is all injustice and we think better lives are made through better work but it is such a poisonous thought to hold because, but for one lucky draw of the lottery you've won this time, your life could have been any other
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
