i can't sit down for a long time.
meditation comes only in sleep.
the tv is an overwhelming,
incoherent march, like soldiers
without a war.
i can't focus for a long time.
i spend time thinking about time,
how it escapes me, or more rarely,
how i might escape it.
i'm a product of a productive place.
it's replaced everything.
i'll never write a fucking novel...
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