Where we write

Where they wrote
Like it can be reduced to one dark room and one cluttered desk
Like they couldn’t possibly write in their heads in a silent standoff in a loud fight, inside a literal or figurative jail, in between moments of life in between day and night with a caustic partner snoring beside them or alone on the couch getting drunk in front of the TV again
Where they wrote
Where it all happened
Where the letters became words and the words become thoughts and the thoughts became universal expressions of hate and love and pain and suffering

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