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09/09/2020: 37 days ago I watched someone die. I watched as their car flew into a tree and disintegrated into an instantaneous landfill site. Their still arm resting on the shattered door of a thing that was once called an SUV has had a solo show exhibition in my head for 37 days. Trying to calm a man I can only recognize by how much blood and broken glass was falling from his face while the pungent stench of fresh gasoline in my nostrils was telling me I might too become a victim. A couple of police station interviews later, and I learn of their death at the hospital. I then spend the next 2 weeks driving 1200 miles inside a thing quite similar to the vessel I saw carrying those two people. Death and 37 times I woke up alive.
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