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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

mind the construction

I didn't know today was Thursday. I thought it was Wednesday. This has happened before. Good thing I have friends who tell me what day it is.

Going to start writing tomorrow. New topic in mind. Etc.

I sleep with both cameras on the nightstand. I don't know why. So I know they are there, I suppose. Photos tomorrow, maybe. This has been a drive by, I've been killing time whilst waiting for a documentary on the Rosenbergs to start. Oooh, time!

Anyhow, sleep time. Mind the construction (if you notice any). I'm just looking for a new look. Something clean and spare but also with some colour.
G.

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