Here I am again, inside this room.
A room with a view: green fringe growing up from the gutter, a footbridge scattered with leaves, and an austere old house blinded by the afternoon sun.
Yet here I sit, removed from it all, behind the bars of my blinds, trying to think think think...until the brain slips out of me and onto the floor. Oh no...not again!
Why does thinking require such great strength? And as much water as exercise?
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