In the span of a minute, I am viewing publicly. Looking to the sky at the black starless space, stareless space that no/one can hope to ignore. I am here in the heat in the heart of the heavens. Here in the hovels of a shovel. On the internet, the cars drive quickly and free monetarily. Light pollution from a light cycle, rising and riding on the currents of curcuits.
I am tired. I want the daze of Saturn, the day of the sun. I am tried and through with this week, ready for the end to come in two plus hours plus the relaxation of an Ethiopian couch.
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