Mann’s Doctor Faustus is incred and mind blowing, btw
I think I wanted something magic, like fingers that line up evenly in the space between yours’ and being the right height so you don’t slouch when holding hands.
I know there is no magic.
There is a gradually expanding universe exploding in slow motion and it would take a very strong microscope indeed to see the lines in my eyes.
There are places so deep, this diving bell crumbles under the pressure.
We explode, our inner selves not holding up to the weight of outside.
Before our eyes melt in our sockets, our last sight is steady blinking lights calling us to come out from our ironclad prison.
This is the drop in the bucket. This is the line in sand. This is the call from distant platforms.
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