I hope most days for you are at least okay that you see enough sun to accept the cloudy days that relationships are mostly in order there’s enough money to pay bills, travel a bit, buy some clothe
in a generation money could be invisible, kept in computer clouds, we’ll buy things with our eyeball and driverless cars will take us to stores where robots stock shelves, answer questions and tak
After the folded newspaper slices left and right, creates a breeze and hits cobwebs, I look under the shelf and, in the corner, a white egg sack and collapsed around it, a black spider, legs so short
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