Social Interface Protocols
The iteration of evening once again anticipates intoxication. Quintessence essentially. The ineffable stuff of enough or too much. A semblance of some doing and another done gone. This is not a new sentence. The difference is in the repetition. Contrapuntal fundamental isolation divided against its elf. The inevitable result of a revolving door poetics. An indefinite allotment of illumination distributed each to each and alterwise. Quite brightly and above all hyper-spherical.