Absorption is the key to surviving winter.
This cappuccino in my hand? It means nothing.
"I feel nothing
I crave nothing,"
says a soulless, sexless alloy,
bare for all the memes to see.
Pure pursuit of dust-ridden knowledge
and crayon-ridden creativity.
Lethargic curiosity drips off the corners of the bus shelter.
Once home, I'll be absorbed by the couch.
Existence hijacked.
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