'Ff'lo (fflo) wrote,


                The Twilight Zone of Proximal Development

    Well for one thing, dear girl, stop this trying to figure it
    more curse or opportunity, some camouflaged propitiousness
    pinned under a heap of still-spurting volcanic spasms, this being
    stuck, daily, contending, this inescapable, this trap that’s had you
    imagining the likes of gods and offenses against them, or
    whatever other cluster of the set of all anythings you can mind,
    rather than openly embrace:  here and gone, far, lost.

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