Momentary mystic
I sit in an optician’s chair, tested by the flashing of lights, trying to see more clearly, but it is no use: I remain addicted to the illusion that life is fine as it is finite, filled with stories of…
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I sit in an optician’s chair, tested by the flashing of lights, trying to see more clearly, but it is no use: I remain addicted to the illusion that life is fine as it is finite, filled with stories of…
Read: Momentary mystic