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DAY 284
“Velocity of Home: Saturday's Fractured Light”
He's way better of a human being than you often give him credit for.
instrumental· 60s
generating...
Overheard at the kitchen pass-through, 11:47 am:
"No, I'm here, I'm here — sorry, the camera's — hold on."
"Dad, I'm GOING now."
"Wave to — she's gone. She's already gone."
[sound of a door, distant]
"Sorry, yeah. No, I'm still a bit — you know. But better.
Better than Thursday."
[a mug lifted, set down]
"The clouds are doing that thing again.
Like they can't decide."
[pause]
"Like us, really."