How I Know I Don’t Have any Imagination
I was listening to a Beatles album in my filthy debris-filled bedroom and it told me to “picture [myself] in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies” and the best I could do was to picture myself on a boat in a filthy debris-filled bedroom. ☼ I was late for my […]
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