Congo sprawls on the middle of the world. Sun rises, sun sets, six o'clock exactly. Everything that conies of morning undoes itself before nightfall: rooster walks back into forest, fires die down, birds coo-coo-coo, sun sinks away, sky bleeds, passes out, goes dark, nothing exists. Ashes to ashes.
— Oct 12, 2020 11:50PM
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