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MESS
We are messes. Messes of minds. Messes of beings. Messes of doings. Messes of messes. We make messes. We leave behind messes. We mark our presence with messes. We constantly find ourselves in the middle of messes that our messy species messily made.
Whether we like it or not. We are messes.
We are in the middle of a mess. We are in the middle of everything. The middles of things are messy. Everything is messy. We make messy things. And we make everything messy. Everything is happening simultaneously. And everything is messy. Everything. Everywhere. All at once. Messy. Messes.
Our thoughts are messy. And we have way too many thoughts. Our thoughts are messy. But our chats and our discussions and our arguments and our hypocritical contradictions are even messier. And there are way too many of us. So we are messes. We are living messes. We also live in messes.
We listen to messes. We see messes. Everything around us is a mess. And to encapsulate this mess and us as messes, and the messes that we are witnessing and making every day amidst this messy mess. Here are our messy miscellanies of messy things. Enjoy the mess.