if I had written down everything, remembered everything, and had forgotten nothing, then I’d be more of an abstraction than I am. I would have had some trace of form, some stains of memory, but I’d have had nothing left to explore when everything was exhausted and emptied.
2:34 Pm. Black thunder raining down, smoking rooftops. Should’ve walked my dog earlier.
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