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I close my eyes and reach out into the void.
I find what I am searching for and apply it.
I scrub and create a good lather.
I wash it off.
I wonder why I knew where the bottle was.
I wonder why I knew exactly how to react to the temperature.
I wonder why I am wearing the same black belt.
I wonder why my hair is still black.
Look at these creatures.
Ah, there's the signal, and now we proceed.
Like farm animals trained to obey.
They load out to await another signal.
There's another signal. The others pile out.
And I follow. I wonder why I use the same route every day.
I see myself.
I wonder why I look the same as I did yesterday.
Why not just fly. Off into the only unknown.
A void that nobody can explain.
An escape to diversity.
I wonder what I would look like.
There's an opportunity. Nothing on the other side of that rock.
Nothing but empty air. A passage to freedom.
Simply a little aluminum barrier. Easily surpassed.
Maybe, maybe not. What to do? I could listen to my breath as I escape.
There is one sad thing, and one happy thing, about this moment.
The sad thing is that this moment involves these meaningless thoughts.
The happy thing is that my life was therefore meaningless.
Which justifies this course of action.
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