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So. Here I am, poignantly not-doing work. Outside it's raining like the end of the world is here. Rain and hail and the sort of thunder that makes it easy to understand why once upon a time people thought it was the Gods.

From inside of closed buildings I like the rain.

Here's a fact for you: people who kill themselves by jumping off buildings tend to take off their glasses before they leap.

I would shed my skin like sadness.

My fantasy is to be bodiless. I like sex. But I much prefer touching to being touched. I would be able to move with the speed of thought and pass through walls as though they were mist. I would be able to see and hear without being seen. I would drift through the rooms of sleeping people. I would touch the corners of thier dreams.

I would have no past, no memory. I'd be a hand, an eye, the trick of shadow and light. And then no one could hurt me because I wouldn't exist in a way they could reach.

"What is essential is invisible to the eye"

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