Thoroughfares had become suppressed existence, no one could name the road, and I on autopilot offered compensation for remembrance.
Oh how deeply one’s psychology lies buried beside the impervious nature of all innocuous attempts at communication.
None could answer, and upon this discovery, I realized the answer was less important than the suppression.
It no longer mattered whether the landmarks we existed among could be identified, so much as envisioning landmarks that would lead us to their creation.
The posts here aim be short, with intention to capture the realness that landmarks (peoples and things) often mask via mass false recognition.
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