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It's raining outside. 

On my laptop, 

there's an exponentially expanding

clutter of tabs 

chaotically crowding 

the top of my browser. 

All these little fixations. 

I want to take a photo

like Danny Lyon. Of the 

proto-punks 

in denim and Ts. 

I'm looking for Chicago Bears

merch, 

and if it's not obvious,

I'm very much not from Chicago. 

I'm thinking I might get

addicted to New Order - 

just for the sake of it. 

The web of my mind, at times,

is a truly wonderful thing,

each strand a glowing 

filament, bright light

in echoing darkness.

I hope I salvage something

from this mania of interest

and intrigue. Store something

deep within myself, fuel, 

for those days of doubt,

dread and, yes, sometimes

pain.