The skin below my eyes is still red. It’s a horrible decline that I experience. I’m aging. The world is getting more familiar. It would be easy to rethink the world, and to give myself the incentive to discover new things. I’m forgetting. That is, I’ve forgotten that private space within me where I found originality. Then I had a cup of espresso with half-and-half and three sugars. I sat on the top level of the cafe and watched people pass through the window below.
*** 26 APRIL MMXXVI. COPYRIGHT EDITRA AND THE AUTHORS.
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