the rain song

sometimes imaginary conversations are much better.

unabridged, revised and expanded throughout.

put it on repeat and it never sounds the same.

one watch ticks and another clock moves.

tripping over wires, tripping over papers, tripping over boredom.

in you go and out you come, through the grinder and out the other side.

and when you get there everything looks the same but you don’t know where to look.

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