There I was…

He Knows
He Knows

You have arrived at the thing just in time because all the excitement is gone. What is left is both exhilarating and painful, like falling down stairs. There’s a deliberate avoidance of all the highly intellectual narcissism, inspiration, sanity and relatability.

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