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That's When You Realize That Most Of It-life, The Relentless Mechanism Of Existing-isn't About You. It Doesn't Include You At All. It Will Thrust Onward Even After You've Jumped The Edge. Even After You're Dead.

No Guest Rooms.” I Shake My Head Resolutely. “i Want To Be In A Room Room. A Lived-in Room.

This Is The Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You.

You Came Form Different Starts And You'll Come To Different Ends.

When He Speaks Again, I Can Tell That He's Smiling. "so I Guess We Saved Each Other.