Collected herein are the quiet observations of the world outside. These are made lovingly from various locations, mostly New York, sometimes not, and sometimes not lovingly.
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I woke up and a storm was raging,
tumbled around lying still seeking some comfort, some correct pose. The truth raged around me like years lining up to point and laugh in concession, they point at my memory because I can’t forget, I am marked with remorse.