Fuck. The world spins. A stagnant shit storm. In the summer of 2019 Marine and I packed up our 150sq Bed-Stuy studio apartment where we had lived for the past 5 years with our dog, cat, 2 fish and a turtle and moved across the country. Scurrying from a teetering stack of evanescent years consumed by the phantom hustle of the city that raised us. You know what happens next. Also, four cars. Two apartments. Too broke. Getting lost. Loss. Things found. The world spins. Fuck.
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