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right. so life continues as it will. plans are made and broken. we find ourselves in compromising committments, circumstantial scenarios that work against our better judgement. And that's grand. Utterly fantastic. Our minds are blown, our perspectives shattered by the reconstituted logic of the night. How we remake our lives after these moments. How we heal and deal and break the seal. We run from the memories, we hide in the narrow backlit alleys of the selves we show to the world. Our greek faces, if you will. The masks, the puppets adorning plato's wall. we stop making sense of things, and start making drama. in tune to the beat of the poet's innate lyrical music. words off the tongue, creating romance and magic where there was once just an audience waiting to be entranced. so pull up a seat, a mind not empty, one already full to the brim of knowledge and happenstance, of moments locked in memory, rich in significance, all just waiting to be stirred together into something unforgettable.