We considered the maze of entrances, their gargled names spilling out into fans.
We monitored revolutions, fake rain focused against unknown countries.
We caught the sea spray, accepting that tomorrow was a different place and that we had all the time in the world.
Leisure seems like a privilege right now. Words feel like trinkets, glass caught in the throat. Each breath evaporates and turns into a prayer. 🤍
Disposable Evidence: Temporary fragments of the everyday.
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