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~ I'm lost in the centre, as the plant (dormant with no expression for its own condition, but that what we see and say it to be. I'm outside to see - walk past my own office - look close to the rocks I describe and want the air, sense of my own body moving up through the lot to the truck. grin the loss of time I don't think ~ the days we stink in this work ~ it's a trick to stay quiet, not to show lack of interest. slight marvel at my system - to make time go, avoid work: a walk, the glance at texts - the chat, the conscious joke, note the unknowns with faked concern - note these clouds (never before
- sun on the
portables
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