The story as a spiritual practice

You’re sitting in your favorite comfy chair with a cup of tea warming your hands. Through the window you see trees dancing slowly in the wind.

What did I say to that cute girl yesterday? I think I insinuated sharing of bodily fluids. “I got great genes.” Fuck. She probably thinks I’m stupid.

You breathe in and out, take a sip, then you’re immediately dragged along another…

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