Trying to uncover what it is I have to say. So often days go by like daytime talkshows. My life could be a folding chair left long ago in a Summer weekday laundromat. Anonymous in the buzz and everywhere is isolation. Everyone with their bit parts, resigned hearts, wondering if they did everything they could have done with their lives. and you should never ask such questions sitting on a folded chair in a laundromat. When you’re in the desert you can think about the ocean. and when you’re in the ocean you can think about the dolphins charging through and who are you to think you know anything.

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