there is this accumulation, however different ly you would describe it, it feels heavy, loaded, full of stuff it's ever-expanding, it's coherent to the point of horizon
the fats slowly churning crispy leaves lay the ground
we looked at what animates and who (meaning which authors) think about and through subjects how the way you're gonna be written has so much to do with what you've read yourself what books do characters read? the unreliable self, the unreliable you, it just shatters, always, sides bound to be many we keep on wanna do storytelling, whats the doing though doing?
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