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At first she was the lonely friend Then the spurned lover She returned from the toilet Broken, spent, over and underused A patron again.

Time Is odd Watching it Counting Up And Counting Down Counting Away

Manning Marable, Beyond Black and White

Another my private Is Your public Another entitled Space taker He gave you life Education Structure Look at the mess Without us Look at what you are With us I thought you might teach The others Why we are good for you

"You have to write it and you have to tell it and nobody can tell it as well as you can"

Where does that leave human belief? If only in recent times have people felt comfortable making transactions online, what of interactions made with humans online and brought into the physical world? Are those, like a book, flowers or online banking, expected only to fulfil a want for a short period of time? Does the irl disappoint? Can what was created online transfer and maintain the same or similar existence offline, forever? Or are people as much commodities as a book or flowers?

I felt a shift occurring within me on Friday. I believe this shift was an acceptance of self and with that, an acceptance of love.

I flat pack into invisibility offline for your ease

A joke was made about genocide and everyone laughed.

Susan Sontag, Regarding the Pain of Others