Monday, November 28, 2016
28 november
Sitting at a red light, each of us in our own little tuna cans, each one of us is secretly a dolphin, we are all contemplating the net. The next game, the net worth. What our net will get in the next paycheck. So much to lose. So little to gain. Nets are made of holes, after all. And so the holy rolling continues. The light is green. Go, go, go.
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