Epilepsy medication triggered an unusual hypergraphia – focused on writing poetry.

Being a good person makes you a happy person. Or, at least, being bad makes it hard (impossible) to be happy. I don’t know. I’m not very happy, so am I a good person or not?

The history of what’s behind, provided by the people that tore it down to make condos.

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