Journal: The guitar that weeps only of regret; what we wish all gods would do.
It’s the first weekday after the Daylight Saving shift. I may be a little less awake than usual. … [I would search for] smaller and smaller guitars, until they were too small to play with human hands, and must be played by robots, spirits, traveling pixies, nanobots, and/or the wind. These guitars will be know […]
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