good afternoon

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On the ground in Chelsea

Where are you on the pain scale? This one is at the oncologists office and I meditated on it. Aside from that obvious associations with W's Investigations, I considered the extremes that are off the scale. An empty circle signifies narcotic nirvana bliss. A black circle is pain so overbearing one desires annihilation. "God is a concept by which we measure our pain," as the poet said.
And so on.