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life is a puzzle with no reasonable solution.

no key, no legend, only a box jostled by jocks on the back page of each new issue, labeled "yesterday's answers".

the only satisfaction given or gained is to memorize and repeat it to those who haven't yet read - to appear better than them, relatively.

i'm going to visit my relativity for the holidays. it'll be a long trip, compared to a short trip, but i have nowhere else i need to be.

lately i feel like the last minutes of a dying body. nerves dead, limbs limp, and mind running a lost race. gonzalo's on deck lament blinked in morse code to nobody watching.

i live behind a wall, and i don't know what it's made of.