I Think

Mote of dust

NK posted about this some time back here.

Every time i hear this, the blood in my body goes into a mad frenzied dance up and down my spine and when it reaches my face it trickles down as tears of unexplained emotion…

…and then I promptly spiral down into the vortex of existential crisis. Damn, there goes my sunday.

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