Field Trip!

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I feel as though I’ve been pressure cooked for the last four hundred days, maybe less.  I don’t know.  I have lost accurate sense of time, my brain a badly constructed watch, losing seconds until the seconds become minutes and the minutes become days.  What day is it?  What month?  December.  Jesus Christ.  They’ve already hung Christmas stars down Manhattan Avenue.  Just yesterday it was October fading into November while pumpkins melted on patios, folding into their decomposing flesh, suffocating vanilla-scented candles.  Now we sit on the precipice of a new year…


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