
It's on cold lonely mornings like these that I stay wide awake and ruminate. Like a cow after a day on a toxic green pasture I finally stop grazing and digestion begins. It comes like a sharp knife clearing away the mess releasing a condensed rare instance of clarity that comes fleetingly and does not last because it will soon be tainted by sleep. And once sleep comes clarity fades and one wakes up the next day to a day of grazing on an mountain constantly moving uphill like an artificial slope on an escalator.
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