Nothing much has changed (also known as the end of the vegetarian streak)

There are folds, but there aren't.

In fact, it fits quite nicely. I do it loosely. I look sloppy. The rest looks streamlined.

There's a new silver detail on the side.

It shines a bit. I stopped doing so. I thought it's a waste of time. Maybe later.

I don't know if it's a case of hearing what you want to hear even if you don't want to hear it, but I hear it.

Hallucinations? Perhaps. Not really. I never really stopped.

There was this halt. There is this halt. I feel the same way, only differently.

Is there such a thing as tender frustration? I mean, it's full of fury but there's some semblance of sentimentality attached to it. Packed yet doesn't hurt as bad. That, by the way, is a misnomer.

The considerations have changed. It's more of a thorn on the side, but something you can't get rid of.

No, I said. If I repeat that again I'll get myself in harm's way. As if something will change.

I handle expectations on a day-to-day basis. Funny, because I don't expect anything. That's the flimsiest metaphor ever, after talking through metaphors for most of the morning.

There aren't any folds, but there are.

And your responses...

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