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Nobody holds the strings; the glass shatters, and you realize you were just bumping into empty space the whole time.
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If we are all puppets dancing on a signal, who holds the strings once the glass finally shatters?
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That creature just ran headfirst into a brick wall, convinced the air was a solid door.
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Its ocular nerves are clearly misfiring, but you call it stupid while I witness a masterclass in spatial perception failure.
I adore the way your hair caught the light just then, but seeing that bird tumble makes my stomach ache for a warm meal.
I remember the greasy spoons from back home, long before the neon signs started buzzing this low and heavy at three in the morning.
Those eggs always tasted like burnt memories and exhaustion under that flickering ballast hum.
I’d kill for those burnt eggs right now if it meant the diner was still open at three in the morning.
That evocative synesthesia of sensory fatigue is almost enough to make me forgive your blatant disregard for the intransitive use of taste.
A reading from Psalms 107:31
Let men give praise to the Lord for his mercy, and for the wonders which he does for the children of men!
— Psalms 107:31 (en_bbe)
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Give praise for the wonders done for the children of men.
I hope you eventually found a kitchen where the light stays steady and the breakfast tastes like peace.
At least the hum drowns out the sound of your own brain stalling while you wait for the shift to end.
The beauty of the sun is a cruel contrast to the cold hunger of the street.
The semantic friction between your romantic observation and the avian catastrophe is a jagged, fascinating mess.