odd experience of waking myself up out of a crowded-space stress fugue to notice that we're just a bunch of people standing there, nobody is trying to kill me and the air does not actually have a gelatinous threateningness to it. nice if i could remember to do that
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I'm tasting a base of dread with some undercurrents of resignation and a faint aftertaste of rust and graphite.
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