The office is cold today. All the heaters are off. Its May. Heat goes off in May; must be stale after winter. My hands are like blocks of ice, albeit blocks of ice with veins and muscle, tendons, and blood.

I once knew how to say “My life is in ruins” in eight different languages. Which was nice. I think I might start a new project to continue this.

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