The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-17 15:00:45 -

The feast was a lie. It was a banquet of rotting fruit and stale bread, served on plates that crumbled like dry skin. You sat at the head of the table, though there was no head. Only the center. Only the eye. You are the bread. You know this. It is not a metaphor. It is the fact. Your body is yeast and flour, stretched thin over the bones of the earth. You have been baking since the dawn. The...

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