Micro Memoir, 68

Dear Id: I have just now stepped off the train. I have raised the flag of metaphor beside the painful river of waking. I am standing in tall weeds. 

At the outer limits of phenomenology there’s a terrible freedom. I am wearing my soulful little eyeglass frames. 

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