It is likely we are each other

[bringmethecase]

I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminuous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that light us up.
I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering in my head.
But how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously?
I cannot assume you will understand me.
It is just

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[fantastical00]

i remember reading that part and getting all weak