the work, the work that is done on us
It is Tuesday, yet again. N and I are watching aimless TV
like sitting ducks. (An act that exhausts us more than running.) Maybe because watching TV is running, in some strange way.
We are watching the same reality show, episode after episode. Maybe because it is growing dark and we are tired. My nervous tic has begun again. I am doing the thing with m…
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