The plants have grown in front of the windows and I can no longer see out of them. I live in the basement. My air purifier is filthy and needs a new filter. There’s photons on the wall but I am no longer the person in them. I live in a basement and I feel like that says something about me as a person. I’m below them, I watch them but I am hidden. They don’t look down to see me. That is okay.
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 8:58 PM UTC
The plants have grown in front of the windows and I can no longer see out of them. I live in the basement. My air purifier is filthy and needs a new filter. There’s photons on the wall but I am no longer the person in them. I live in a basement and I feel like that says something about me as a person. I’m below them, I watch them but I am hidden. They don’t look down to see me. That is okay.
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