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Rome wasn't built in a day, comparatively to the age of earth, a single day is just a trillionth of a grain of sand. Making me about 0.00000007435 grains of sand in the hourglass. I am not your Athena and my studio apartment is not the Parthenon. I consider myself a Modernist, modular. No columns, pillars, domes, ornaments. Just fire and cheap nicotine. My bones and flesh will never be immaculate, my body is concrete and corrugated steel. Based on classical mathematics I will never be perfect, yet I am still a perfectionist. That is the infinite burden I bare.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Modernist
Rome wasn't built in a day, comparatively to the age of earth, a single day is just a trillionth of a grain of sand. Making me about 0.00000007435 grains of sand in the hourglass. I am not your Athena and my studio apartment is not the Parthenon. I consider myself a Modernist, modular. No columns, pillars, domes, ornaments. Just fire and cheap nicotine. My bones and flesh will never be immaculate, my body is concrete and corrugated steel. Based on classical mathematics I will never be perfect, yet I am still a perfectionist. That is the infinite burden I bare.
devon-lane
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
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