I want to be where the rubber meets the sky.

If you're usure about the human order of operations, just remember PEMDAS:

P rocreation
E xistence
M adness
D ying
A nxiety
S ilence

Clichés are rhetorical hammocks — comfortable places to relax for a bit, but somewhat embarrassing to get in and out of.

The pop up asks, “Are you enjoying the app?” I pause. I think of sun falling on face, the smell of wet grass in spring, the laughter of children at play. The app, a spectacle of longing, looks deep into my eyes. Only one answer will unstick the moment. “Yes,” I say, and I almost mean it.

Rigor mortis, and rigor matters.

sigh

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