You´re coughing up blood again. The taste of iron and the thickred gluey substance in the symmetry of the floor is not the uncanny. The uncanny is how he calibrates his absence so as to maximize the inconvenience.
It´s not on purpose. It´s just where we ended up.
The earth passes with great purpose, death passes.
Pull this for nothing. For dumb luck.
(May, 2023)
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