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Why is it always the ATTIC where we banish our past? Is it because, since it’s always above us, it feels analogous to our minds? You know - “looking up” whenever we’re trying to remember something.
Building Stories by Chris Ware

I’m down. A bitter taste in my mouth. The present challenges and past memories haunt me, every single day. Fighting my inner demons, a battle that I’ve never triumphed. I’m grounded. Pounded by rocks. Rocks that own an aura. I question myself, but the answers are distant. Me.

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