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I must admit to an existential fatigue
4/5/2023 felt in Spring
The Adventure of 4/4/23 Con/Jur/d, 4/5/2023 I must admit to a certain existential fatigue felt in Spring best cured through liberal applications of adventuring It started with an egg like all great human adventures do and proceeded, in an orderly fashion, to the cemetery Where I’ve walked a thousand times before and still found new headstones like Charlie Brown and Cull Alice in Heaven Speculations abound: What was it like to grow up in a house covered with pastel bicycle rims and Lucha Libre flags Earlier, before we set out, I swear, we had been talking about the downfall of railways as a sure sign of the Empire’s crumbling The warnings of shattered crushed bottles strewn betwixt industrial ruins and life’s exaltations did not sway my ending choice of beer at all.
Assays without measure
PS a gift from Mary a Fellow the First Fae of the Wanderer’s Society: