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September 20, 2024

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Perhaps one of these days I shall write something for my grandchildren. Maybe the time will come; so far it has not.

Thought:

“We have all lived in the hive. The walls bending from a thousand, scavenged paintings, every one in dissonance with the others. Rooms cluttered with chairs and cheap, expensive rugs. On one of the mattresses my blood, under the sheets. Hotbodied nights. A landscape of my blood painting mistake after mistake until the word is meaningless. Until the act is.”

Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy

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