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I sat by the pond and watched waves spread and merge. My mind had been perturbed by both the recent disasters and the hedonism sent from the last House episode. I smoked nonstop. I hugged superfically. I talked superficially. Spring is waking up, unresolved love is all around. I recalled the dream across the cornfield, with the old maid and her porridge-making machine. “Seduction – is what you must be aware of.” Then this could all be a seduction of destruction. I sat back, relieved, while still couldn’t help wondering, am I just being inappropriately theatrical.

Anyway, it feels good, in some sense, to be the last generation of human race.

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