{"id":26248,"date":"2024-11-21T11:11:00","date_gmt":"2024-11-21T16:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=26248"},"modified":"2024-11-20T11:13:06","modified_gmt":"2024-11-20T16:13:06","slug":"asoss-32-skeptic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2024\/11\/21\/asoss-32-skeptic\/","title":{"rendered":"aSoSS 32 | Skeptic"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>I don\u2019t think any TV sold within the past six years has had any sort of DVD player in it\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Traverwood Library, 6:30PM, 9\/11\/2024<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>[an excerpt, or a cry for help]<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>there is small comfort in the whole truth, but there is no comfort in a half-truth, because your honesty is shielded by your shame. <em>just because you can tell a story doesn&#8217;t mean it deserves to be heard.<\/em> are you not shameful? we are growing old, novelty ripped out and replaced by convenience. <em>perhaps i will write today<\/em>, because there is also a small comfort in a whole lie, a brazenness mistaken for bravery. an undiagnosed feeling squirms in my stomach. it takes a lot of half-truths, a summation of sins and sorrows, to approach the mirror, speak the words&#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>You can drive for two or three days in Texas and not leave the state.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Yeah, it\u2019s one of the biggest states.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Alaska is even bigger\u2026 look at that. 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