the professional. [proper and pretending, ignoring rotting ground, clutching to business while it slips through his fingers.]
the captive. [golden grasses and blue skies for miles, stripped and bared, trapped in paradise.]
the man. [ankle-deep in cool water, peering through fog, formality rolled up, searching —- ]
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say what you want about millenials but at least we dont lick our fingers to turn a page
👍🏼ye
