Through the grilled window, the hues of red and dirty yellow light from the street lamp is flooding my room as I am writing this. The entire room, except for those streaks of light, is emerged in darkness and the light from the screen of my smartphone is illuminating my otherwise grim face. I could talk a lot about tame and as I am typing it I have no idea where I’ll end up or what I’ll end up with.
That is quite a common occurrence with my rants. I start with one thought and somewhere in-between, I drift towards something entirely else. My Silent friend, you and I have this disadvantage, that we know each other through words.
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