Years mutate virus-like in their determination and, before we know it, only our last conversation remains, hanging in the air like a note from a bass guitar that we know must end. We each had our perspectives, memories and photographs the only proof of friendship, all that’s left of us, my friend. That’s why I […]
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queues no, crowds no need no patience for to wait no time buy we on-line dissatisfaction we unload media on social to never people met we have politicians and celebrities of headlines in a blizzard sensational of stories if clicks no more there were the nettle grasp we might face of face to conversation human […]
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