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The verbal blur covers these people's faces, their gestures with a sort of fog. I can't translate them into my mind's eye. The small even instead of being added to the mosaic of consciousness and memory, falls through some black hole, and I fall with it
What has happened to me in this new world? I don't know. I don;t see what I've seen, don't comprehend what's in front of me.
I'm not filled with language anymore, and I have only a memory of fullness to anguish me with the knowledge that, in this dark and empty state, I don't really exist.
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