In the city you forget where you came from. In the city it is an echo chamber of the same impatience all around you our purpose is lost here, our compasses are clouded over
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We Are Drowning, How Should We Kill Our Time?
PoetryThis collection of stream of consciousness prose was written during a very special time in my life. I left the city following a massive burnout, and lived in the country for months. I began a garden, cut most of my ties to the outside world, and wro...
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In the city you forget where you came from. In the city it is an echo chamber of the same impatience all around you our purpose is lost here, our compasses are clouded over
