If I was ever in an empty room, that’s full. An Eastern European show runner looks exactly like Jessa from Girls. I don’t really know what my job is, or what anyone else's job is. A sheet of veiled substance hosts thoughts and their memories. An opening door lifted in the air sings my emotions. We lift this small girl. The one that is not us. Another girl sings and cries a song we all know to be sadness, longing, utopia. I sat on a satin couch feeling very seen as you silently complained of your station. I hear unfortunately everything you say, your body being my strange, desired book. A male pop star chooses a name for himself. Some years later he hears a girl say "his name" as she introduces herself: "I am ____." We learn hers is only spelled slightly differently. They are extensionally identical and intensionally distinct.
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