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i have many thoughts these days. many things i'd like to say. the man steals my time, the tv my zeal. but something is being scripted internally. if the foundation is cracked, cleaning the house is no remedy.

for the past six months i occasionally look at people and see them as little kids. i imagine them around age four with tossled hair and untied sneakers, making ridiculous demands. it's fun. and funny.

my eyes have changed in many ways.