So, I am writing this. Not because I have some profound insight to share with the world, but because the cursor on the screen is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
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That last one feels profound. I am the soup. We are all just soup waiting to be seasoned.
If you are reading this in real-time, at the witching hour, with a box of tissues on one side and a cold cup of tea on the other: take one more sip of water. Reset your timer for your next dose of medicine. And know that somewhere out there, across the strange, silent network of the sick and sleepless, someone just hit “publish” on a rambling article for you.
So, I am writing this. Not because I have some profound insight to share with the world, but because the cursor on the screen is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
Based on this metadata, the accompanying text likely contains: i wrote this at 4am sick with covid
That last one feels profound. I am the soup. We are all just soup waiting to be seasoned. So, I am writing this
If you are reading this in real-time, at the witching hour, with a box of tissues on one side and a cold cup of tea on the other: take one more sip of water. Reset your timer for your next dose of medicine. And know that somewhere out there, across the strange, silent network of the sick and sleepless, someone just hit “publish” on a rambling article for you. I am the soup