Liberation through indifference

It occurs to me that the next 15 years, if pursued down the line, will make of time a slow acting but steadily settling embalming fluid. To write this off as melancholy misses the mark. Fight, spit, claw, punch, scream, agitate, but don’t spawn more concentric circles within the domain-specific sphere. Walden-ponding and sharding are not antipodes. It occurs to me what I meant to say more directly is the headless torso of Apollo’s attempt wrap up in order to induce a leave-taking from the page to the world. Try to keep up, he says. You’re welcome, he menaces.

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