The reality of my own body is one of the most terrible realities. Being constantly aware of my nerves, my back, my stomach, my hair puts my own unconscious spirit in the back row. My body is not an illusion, or a vessel. It is a reality.
One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.
The Havisham Hour
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