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My echo and prison.
I’ve realized, when I write, that I tend to adopt a certain tone. It reveals itself to me as somewhat prosaic and often a little lofty. I’m not sure why I do that, exactly. It occurs to me that I...
In the beginning...
Profound, hey? I’ve spent my life time looking for an adequate place to press pause, in which I could sloppily summarize the first half of happenings and further explain them through the already...