The Diagnosis
I have a chronic case of Balconism. Oh, Balcony! I love you!
The longer the wait, the deeper the passion.
To hell with all the neighbors! To hell with all the passengers that have filled up the boat.
Balconism, porchism, backstoopism, mezzaninism. They don’t exist. All things that are only inside me.
I open my arms and feel the cool breeze.
An inner sensation.
Balconism is a contagious disorder.
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