It has been a while since I have added an entry into The Book.
Tangled in constructing the ideas from the previous pages, but then thought of something new.
figures boxed in.
an empty room.
with one small portal showing the world at large.
not a prison.
not a cage.
perhaps, apathy.
~m
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