I used to think about the importance of objects that were present in my life. Placing signifcance on the presence of a person, or word, or color and so on. It speaks to how far I have slipped away from myself that I now only remember as if it was something someone once said. Me. Who was that? Why did that ever matter? It's like warming up for death and just not believing.
Why a coyote on a day like today?
I really need some sleep.
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