Saturday, January 11, 2020

motion

i look to my left and my body springs a gigantic somersault. someone switches on the largest washing machine, set on a roller coaster. i try to climb up, but the boat is sinking and me with it, like those grains of stale rice i watched spin down the drain last night. round and round and round. and what if nothing is ever moving? this brain, that brain. how do you ever trust anything again?

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