I realize now that I’m the one placing my own snares. Why is it that I catch myself catching myself but can’t stop placing more and more snares? I may be a snare farmer. I exist insofar I catch myself.
One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.
I realize now that I’m the one placing my own snares. Why is it that I catch myself catching myself but can’t stop placing more and more snares? I may be a snare farmer. I exist insofar I catch myself.
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