Inspiration is a delicate thing. like a fragile hummingbird making just enough noise to distract you and make you turn to see it. But the idea -- like it's wings -- are going much too fast to make sense of. It's gone before you even remember having it in the first place. An aspiration befallen to the darkness of the now. We are doomed to repeat
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