today, i feel i cannot breathe. i hear the waiting room television, how all the commercials are now only for the elderly, and listen to the whine of a former giant of communications media dying. why do i feel i cannot breathe when my lungs keep pumping? the floor tiles are misaligned. may i get on my knees and bloody my palms to push them back into place?

recent human-oriented advancements to the copy machine. if you give me the reins, i can fix everything. one self for each other. the world aghast as businesses go out. the headline: Each Person Assigned Caretaker.

i would not mind. i do not find it hard to love anyone. i wish i had more time.

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