snippet: Mysterioso, or, Well, I Ran That into The Ground.

Shadows of sharp edges surround me, but my shadow is soft and wavery. Like my mind, it insinuates itself into the odd and random corner without seeming to. I am…Mysterioso.

Actually, I’m wondering why I’m writing this. This morning on the way to work, I noticed that my shadow wasn’t as crisp as the other shadows. A trick of the light. Then, walking up the stairs at work, I found myself repeating the word “Mysterioso.”

So I wrote the paragraph above. And I couldn’t think of anywhere I wanted to go with it.

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