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  • Once bound inside the dictionary of the unsaid, erased addendums were now scattered outside a small indie shop. Stuttering pseudo writers might be better alone silently wandering around town next to a high line of expectations, or lack thereof. Except for John Cage over the phone, any other audio would have been too loud.

    The above was scribbled on the back of a lottery ticket and handed to a stranger on 51st street. Odd streets offer a genuine sense of comfort to the foreigner. 

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