“It all comes at once — the good, the bad, the confusion, the clearing. You wake up one day in defeat, go to sleep in a glorious veil. The dream mirrors this unseeming pattern. Some of them keep you awake, some are grandiose, some are blank; you embrace this dangerous reassurance from out of reality everytime it is summoned — and whence does it come? This life is unique an incomparable — from afar, barely noticeable. How identical we are in our variations! But the nuance is infinite. And the words are lacking. There it is again, that good old defeat. You accept it as one would every breathe exhaled. Now hear its scent.”
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