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the old routines feel strange and emptycold coffee, yella dog, thick bookscaring for sick roommatesso surreal wearing my life againlike an old jacket that feelsnot wrong but different things changednow i share a roomwith thousands of peoplemade of millions of wordsand i’m always hungrywith nothing to eat i couldn’t have predictedhow easily i could slideintoContinue reading “on waking alone”