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Technology of Craftsmanship
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Beginning was the word Not through tunnel vision I painted my room.
I took down all my shit.
I thought I was different.
I felt different.
You're tethered to your room because of what it represents, not what it looks like.
It doesn't represent anything.
It's a fucking room.
It's where you feel safe.
Without a place to go back to, in the beginning, we'd be lost.
At least that's how I've rationalized it for myself.
So what's yours? Well apartment I grew up in, but I don't go back there anymore.
Why not? Something happened, and it stopped feeling like it used to.
So I can break it, this tether connection, whatever.
I did, but it's not an easy trade, losing safety for freedom.
[SIGHS.]
Why do our bodies do such weird shit? I don't know.
What do you think we are? Fuck if I know.
Are you not even curious at all? I'm not sure if it'd change anything if I knew.
So that's it? Hey you know more than I did when I was your age, and I didn't have somebody who'd been through this shit before.
I had an uncle who was scared of me.
Thought I was Moroi, a ghost.
Not exactly an inspiring thought.
What about an angel? Do you feel like an angel? No.
Yeah.
Me neither.Read more: [ link to www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk (secure)]
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