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forgotten how to be

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when you live a certain way
for oh so very long
with the same scenes
and the same scripts
and the same routines,
the comfort and security
becomes a deep stagnation —
a listlessness, heavy and bitter
and parts of you begin to disappear,
disintegrate without you really noticing.
you get absorbed by all the sameness,
by all the stuff that once defined you,
awash in white and black and grey.
so…soon the pillar of self, the stone
that stood so strong, once…




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Franco Amati

Franco Amati

Speculative fiction writer from New York. For published work visit or buy me a coffee at

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