the kind of thing that can't be stolen

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i live in the best city in the world for being nosy. living in sardine cans marketed as cute and cozy. i just noticed how often people are talking about possessions. clothes, food, property, drugs, repeat. there's always something to get and something to frustrate over losing. i wonder how many people's relationships are based on materialism alone.

i'm not better than anyone, i'm living in the machine too. i'm a lot less specific these days though. i lost my airPods recently, and I had the opportunity to postpone traveling to find them. i think a lot of people would call me stupid for letting go of something so expensive. they already do when i let my change fall to the ground and keep walking.

there are a lot of shitty people in the world that have everything and still want more. no one has anything i need, not really. i can give suggestions to this play but it unfolds how it will, because i am confined to the role of both the audience and the lead. when your mouth fills with blood it tastes the same as fine jewelry. everything is already somewhere inside me.