98% sure that if I stay in California I’ll get more Californias
Like you
Rolling in and smothering me and then dying and gutting me
If I stay there will be another.
Move
Flee the dementia of finality
And your confused loyalty to that final choice which is not final, if it is not funereal.
Everything that comes before can be fashioned into a nice wooden door. You supply the WD-40 for its hinges,
Or you do not. Move, or stay stuck.
Get lost.
Maybe you can still get found.
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