I seem to be operating off a weak signal like an old tv with fuzzy reception. The endless rain has dulled everything and the pervasive post-pandemic blankness has interfered with my ability to perceive dimensionality. I know there’s something out there, but I can’t quite touch it. It’s as if the blurred access to a future, any future, has seeped into th…
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