in this (my) neighborhood pt. 102 (erie canal bike tour edition / day 4: seneca falls to syracuse, ny)

What I’m Reading:

There are days
When the voiceless end up
Speaking under the weight of contempt
As we know, no worse torture exists

— Abdourahman A. Waberi / “A Touch of Salt on My Confession”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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