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Desperate to get things going again you pile on the sand at the edges of your life. You incease the gradient. You go to extremes to get things moving once again. Small phrases dart out of nowwhere like accusations, and hover over your life refusing to go away. There is this nagging feeling that something has gone wrong. A mistake has been made. A nail has been hammered into wood. Innocence has been lost. The world has gone to sleep. You pull the bedclothes over your head and dream. You sink into a rut.

 

 

The Book of Sand by Jorge Luis Borges

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