I lose the threads of conversations often enough. Left wandering in the worded woods of disconnected phrases and fragmented thoughts. When I try to find my way back, I'm left mumbling through lexonicon swamps of synonymous quagmires, similar bogs, & comparable marshes.
The compass of inane small talk is my saving grace. It points towards 'how is the weather?' reliably & leaves me a way to move forward. Straight through the meaningless until I find a thread to follow again.
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