I think I’d be worn through either way, pandemic or not. I talk about it like a line out of my social playbook. A way to connect myself to other people, like a grid map of phone lines and operators.
I think I will always be a little unfixable, but I also like this about myself. It feels like a secret hideaway. I’m functional enough to venture out into the world everyday, but the best part is closing the door behind me.
I miss writing.
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