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I seem to be measuring the days. Each a specific, exact moment in history.  Each grain in the hourglass, a memory important enough to keep, a sin repressed, a trauma forged, internal conflict consumes oneself in cyclic self-denial. Identity splits, fragments are polarized.  Alternate personalities develope. *tic
Existence is Illuminated... Actors in this comedic tragedy...
       
      
Have a good day, mister.