What We Are - Dee Es
Somewhere in the forests of the PNW, hooked up to a gas generator up in the trees using the WIFI off my phone's hotspot. My clothes are wet but my computer is dry. I look into the stars as my laptop dies and I ask myself, "Where do I get more gasoline?" The birds are as silent as my fan not spinning. I see darkness. No pulse in my veins but this beat in my heart keeps my brain warm. I wonder, if I would ever be able to play again.
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