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temporoparietal junction
Jan 23, 2022
failed attempts to elevate a conversation
I try to inject some heart,
some light, some intellect
but nothing sticks…
at least if I were talking to a wall,
I could better hear myself think
— but this…
this is a cycle of stupid,
a carnival of surface-level crap
I don’t don’t understand why I walked out
of the house, nearly slipped on ice,
and braved -8 degree-cold… for this…
it’s the end of the world, our faces are frozen,
and all the good dialogues
have been had
maybe when the whole thing starts up again
we’ll have some more interesting things to say
I guess, until then
it’s books and films
and you and me,
dancing in the dark
with this gel-ink pen
Franco Amati 2022
Thanks to Sam Jean for the photo.
