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(*)

                               (i say i’m a hermit,

that i have no friends that i see in proxim
ity, that i’m reclusive, an extrovert stuck

in an introvert’s hopeful life, and though
each of these descriptions diminish too

slowly, i make too much of it, they are
inadequate while certainly unsexy, i be
 
lieve, because of how radically dissimilar
this way of life is to what came before

it, even though it’s been a decade plus
since the exterior world began to wither,

i do now feel more capable of bringing 
it up without dwelling on it, but also 

i am i am i am making such intentional
strides in eradicating the isolation the

most cogent prohibitor of progress, of

getting back to whatever normal is.)

*see tomorrow’s entry