Minutes before leaving work, I found these blogs: beast and Somewhere near the river. My stomach constricted at the realisation that lyricism, that peculiar kind of lyricism I found once more in places like the above, has almost been lost from my life in this little desolate place I have found myself in. Otherwise, I am grateful for the — at last! — cold air invigorating me.)


4 thoughts on “(parenthesis:

  1. (Parenthesis to the Parenthesis:
    Cold is invigorating here as well
    And lyricism lost here too; although it occasionally returns by hearing the voice of M. A.
    Miss you

    o, and I should close the parenthesis)

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