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If It Dies

He looked me in the eyes, and with the utmost seriousness a man could muster, he asked me, “What happens if writing dies?? What if technology has made us irrelevant?!” What then?!”


I couldn’t look a man like that in the eyes, so I looked up the ceiling, and asked him

“Have you ever taken a shit so gnarly in public that you had to turn your headphones down?”


He got a little heated.


“What is wrong with you??”


I looked back at him and smiled.


"Well, have you?"



CH 8/27/23


 
 
 

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