(side a)

ello ello, back from the dead (i went to sleep and the world turned inside out).

lately i've been thinking about people; not really anyone in general, but rather, the imperceptible shades of meaning that are lost in interpersonal relation.
in the end, it seems to me every one-on-one with people for the sole sake of itself continues to exist uniquely through the condition of a constant disquisition... isn't that kind of cute? .3.
stripped of our often arbitrary limits, we can only rely on the internal interplay between the soothing sensibility of a childhood friend and the cold detachment of an analyst