It's an article about loneliness in Denmark.
Did it ever strike you that happiness is a duty?
Surface for a champ, I'm falling behind.
Implacable images lost on this dead density.
What a paired we are. You are too tired at my hotel and I never got that drink. I want to be who I was again. I know we aren't going to bring it up. We are a weirdly positioned fiction. Framed architecture. A base of *eyebrow wiggle* A camp without colony. Our bodies, space and time. I ruined it.
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