seven minutes approaches,
but for now,
cacophony.
we did this,
oh yeah, me too
except.
that sounds like,
last summer,
magical.
he was there,
i wasn't,
occasionally.
and then layers and words all mashed up and sandwiched together a jumble like unsolved puzzles just tipped out of the box hands grabbing at the pieces like tongues tasting the words.
(minute seven)
silence.
anecdoche
n. a conversation in which everyone is talking but nobody is listening, simply overlaying disconnected words like a game of Scrabble, with each player borrowing bits of other anecdotes as a way to increase their own score, until we all run out of things to say.
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