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“Life In Monochrome…”

Life mists us up… …Sometimes And sometimes life felt worth living, and sometimes it didn’t. It was harmattan, and death was in vogue; the world happened, rhythmically. Everything was automated, even biology. Wake, fog, expend, expire, dust…lather, rinse, repeat. Our late adolescence was full of non-sequiturs and six-syllable pharmaceuticals — some people were given to certain things. Or two-lettered … Continue reading “Life In Monochrome…”