It's all about narrative here.
I am an unconscious artist, an automatic writer, and I completely idolize the Surrealists, Dadaists, and Situationists.
I’m heading into my mother’s care facility, when I see Richard in the garden smoking a cigarette. I’ve seen him there before smoking a cigarette, but I’ve never said anything about it, as I felt it was none of my business.
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