I had to draw a diagram to explain to myself my own ideas. The spark was there, but small and dull, and that worries me to know. We're talking about contagious behaviors and I can't even catch on to what's going on in my own head. There's a fuzz, a cloud, a foggy haze, encircling my fortress. Nothing's new, yet I still feel green. I think the world stopped turning.
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