i possess multitudes i gather many things i sip a large cup of white tea with small mouthfuls i am obsessed with small details the cart before the horse and i gather, gather, gather and i file, file, file it down with my short and ragged nails until this heaping mess resembles something
some generations
to go along with these words
This is how I’m feeling tonight, pondering social media and fragmentation and separation and the multiverses that we are living in side by side
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