Frozen

Apr

2006

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My mind is empty, as if someone had scooped it clean. I am moving through the world, split, my body doing what needs to be done, my mind disengaged, exhausted, removed. It is the strangest sort of hollowness, where creativity does not exist, emotions slowly dissipate, and I only crave hours and hours of sleep. And Rach is sick today.

How do people who do not have these times exist?

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