“Played From a Hackneyed Stereo and a Busted DVD Player”
If being alone is a crime, I’m serving as a prisoner. Alone, nobody else can tell me what I see while I look out the window. How many times have I been reborn? Who was that talking before? I can hear his voice in the walls, but I don’t share his same memories…
Is this freedom?
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