variations of a lie
this is where i tell you that the old man sitting in the train station is homeless and probably starving, asking to a nameless god to either save him or spare him the worst part of what he’s going through. // this is probably the moment where you realize that fiction is everywhere; a good lie is capable of dressing up right beneath our noses, masking itself from its spectators— making them believe that anything is still possible if we’re gullible enough to succumb to it.
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