A 4 part series of smaller quips to the amalgamation of life itself.

Let’s begin.

Beyond the short wind-swept horizons of a summer sunrise one can find themselves begotten to forget the identity for which had gotten them to the very moment in and of itself. Such notions are dangerous, lethal even to the character that has been built in the direction of such artistic theatre, breaking character is no simple feat and yet it so perplexingly freeing. As if liberty is where we remove the desires of the past, and the foreboding excitement of the future, and are stuck to just be, right in the middle… as it was designed.

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