Ninety-two chances for connection die
Replaced by pitch black and blinding light
You’ll find empty space where life should be
Void of everything that you should see
Can you hear a cry for help behind this wall
Ten feet thick and twenty high?
Behind all this makeup is no one you know
I safely speak the truth and watch confusion grow
Can someone my potential realize?
Can you tear me down and show your eyes?
— sean watkins, brick window
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psst — want to help me with a photography project? i pay in chocolate and baked goods. : )