What a strange thing a room is. A little den where you have intalled all the peices of the world that you claim pertain to you. "my desk" used to be a living thing, believing the wet dirt it stretched down into was there only for its nourishment. And now it has found itself misshapen, out of context, unwittingly playing a part in my dramas, like
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