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leaning back in my chair, the faint odor of the clove i just smoked wafts through the air...relaxed, i listen to coltrane, and gently type the words of others that i shall use intermingled with my own for my existentialism paper.
i look out the window, and see the stars glimmer...then i'm distracted by the reflection of the light on the window pane. what if we didn't exist...what would everything be like?
my eyes now wander to the photographs haphazardly taped on the wall. memories flow in and out of my mind...
and again i have succeeded in not forming my own thoughts, my own coherent ideas about how calvino's and unamuno's novels relate to post-modernism and existentialism.
i look out the window, and see the stars glimmer...then i'm distracted by the reflection of the light on the window pane. what if we didn't exist...what would everything be like?
my eyes now wander to the photographs haphazardly taped on the wall. memories flow in and out of my mind...
and again i have succeeded in not forming my own thoughts, my own coherent ideas about how calvino's and unamuno's novels relate to post-modernism and existentialism.