Angel - Goldie
I couldn't sleep again last night. My mind's swimming with bugs of anxiety again. Am I doing what's right? Can I do better? How can I return to what makes me happy? Why am I always so thirsty, wanting more, needing more, never satiated enough? When did I become so selfish?
Who is this horizontal man, the one who solely consumes agents of sloth, leering at the paint of time drying on the wall behind the screens?
What is life?
Could the dissolution of The Net be the cure?
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