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The ebb and flow of time means nothing to me without her presence, and I am selfish for more of it.
Our body is but a social structure composed of many souls — Friedrich Nietzsche
But what if I’m choosing a poor metric for myself and my life? What else could be true that I’m not considering?
The air hums from the wing beats of this enormous starling flock flowing through the cold. They seem so fucking real.