All Mussels Come from Taranto
Food of the new Spartans.
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2 min readMar 19, 2022
At the cost of literary suicide by cliché, I asked myself: What does strange mean? And I knew, it meant me. I’m strange, and I know because I’m not “special”, yet unlike anyone. Or most. I know, because people have been telling me, and because I might be “less than”. Or is it just the imposter syndrome talking? Nah. Something’s there.
These, the thoughts going around…
