We are forgetting reality. The analog life. Dirt on our hands kind of life.
Actually writing a loved one a note, a letter. Oh no, I don’t have the time.
Looking at people, what do you detect? Is there vibrancy or grayness? It is a graying of the mundane, of just existing.
Where is life? The light, the spring in a step? N…
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