Passing thoughts from mind to print.

In a world of memes, reels, and lyrics, I collect fleeting thoughts that loop like a skipping record, narrating emotional concepts that ripple through the nervous system.

“Autonomy” — that word haunts me because of its duplicitous connotation. It hurts having to choose against your autonomy, just to have you here with us. In the end, you did it your way. I would have honored your autonomy differently if given a second chance, enjoying the time instead of fighting against it and with you…

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