I had a pillow. Trashed it. Never needed it. Bookmarks, words, ideas, thoughts, places, tools, and dust. Graveyards of clutter. I open a feed reader. One article takes longer to read than the experience it describes. One sentence stretches into a paragraph, a paragraph expands into a page. Noise buries the point.
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