Senescent and dwelling
huh. i thought it meant sleepy
Looking back, I wonder whether that hum I detected was the roar of technology pullulating just to the south.
oh I thought it meant undulating lol
a fiction redolent with descriptions of an unnamed character lying by the side of the road
ten-foot-tall, creosote-coated logs rigged with powerful light bulbs and metal shades
But the other reason is bricolage. Every time it happens, you fix it and then you go forward from there. There’s this perception with regards to financial crisis that, “Oh, one’s enough, you couldn’t possibly want to do that again.”
