Most shit is disheartening. Take that expensive rectangle in your pocket. Lipping at content like a gopher without teeth, all gums and no bite, you check your phone with every buzz only to be disappointed. An email. Cool. “I should really turn that notification off.” Zones aren’t guaranteed by any means, so maybe go and grab one for yourself. I mean, get done what needs to get done (ALL OF IT), but save a slice of YOU everyday. Talk to your neighbor. Paint. Skip a stone. Record a whistle.
Listen to the somber self-reflection of Person Whale’s self portrait.
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