I am probably being too meditative, but I am really in a spot of internal turmoil. This city that I grew up in, seems to be filled with plastic and silica. There is so much in the plastered behavior of the city, that at times I have to shake myself to make believe that I am not in Barbieland.
Finding your lost roots can nevertheless be an arduous task, but when do find them, to realize that they are now mummified is another bucket of recoil.
Finding your lost roots can nevertheless be an arduous task, but when do find them, to realize that they are now mummified is another bucket of recoil.
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