“Fugue State” All of a sudden, somehow, detachment is necessary for survival. Topsy-Turvy, sailor’s scurvy. There’s no one in the crow’s nest. Uncharted course approaching, at breakneck speed. Seasick, Netflix and spill, your guts over the Starbucks side. Waves are swelling. But, if you…
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