The blank page and my boredom both demand doodles, a distraction of some kind. These words are my doodles. Mindless, pointless, and yet, pretty, in their crystal, simple, shallowness.
I draw the city skyline outside, angular buildings ripping into the sky, scarred by peeling and discolorations. I draw the broken window in the top floor, skeletal and haunting. I draw the people below, quick scribbles, without substance or detail.
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