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I haven't taken anything literally in months. Consummation comes from the ricochets, the echoes; the ripples to a dive; though I hear the faint ring of coins dropping, the copper stain of penny in palm is as intangible as the origins of portraitures on Nazca plains.

Lately I'm seeing the repercussions of my nearly unwavering indifference, and in accordance with my steadfast belief that every fragment of the universe is a microcosmic mechanism, functioning as a vital component of the universe as a whole, I'm trying to refrain from becoming a cog in the systemic ways of everyday happenstance. I've been a perpetual motion machine of self-doubt, sans pity, and social cynicism.

I guess I need somewhere to be a fucking baby, somewhere to vent and scribe dirges to alleviate my discontent from derailing my practical functionality. Maybe there'll be some happy shit along the way. Who knows.

Of late:

-Overworked.

-My romanticism towards foreign folk has all but completely dissipated. My job is the Tower of Babel that I built and I'm disoriented in the swirl of befuddling dialects. I forget what language I think in most days.

-My cat has been pissing in my bed.

-I'm being haunted.

-Singing makes a lot of things feel better.

-Haven't felt an emotion in a while.

I probably will not update this more than monthly. We'll see, I suppose.