We're in the forever dull days, with their dull ways.
The question is: “Are people still collecting memories, these days?” "This isolation isn't bothering me much.” I say, if I'm asked. But I’m not sure that’s true. After hundreds of nights of dull solitude. I think each night might carry a value - of dear, and unmeasured loss. Loss of memories - because they never happened. How have we all changed?
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