September 22, 2017

I suppose that I write to show that I can talk on paper . . . lest some think that I've shrunk off to the netherworld to attempt a redemption of soul . . . Talking out loud sometimes is lost in the cacophony of companion conversation and sometimes is ignored because the cacophony of friends bury the words beneath another exposition . . . My friends are more and more quiet while I, with narrowing paper, continue the conversation . . .

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