it_is_getting_dark_in_here
perfectly_chaotic
I
always
forget
the
same
things
over
and
over
.
The
cycle
of
continuously
renewing
cycles
.
Sure
there
may
be
a
few
more
books
stacked
upon
my
shelves,
but
upon
uttering
the
final
word
upon
the
final
page
of
the
last
volume
I
still
find
myself
unable
to
rest
.
Something
was
missed
.
Some
sentence
simply
skimmed.
Some
passage
overlooked
.
Perhaps
my
book
is
missing
a
page
that
your
copy
has
.
Not
knowing
where
to
find
what
I've
lost
I
begin
my
search
again
.
Yet
I
am
unsure
I
will
recognize
the
words
when
I
see
them
.
It
is
as
though
I
speak
a
different
dialect
of
the
human
language
than
that
which
appears
upon
the
page
.
I
am
growing
tired
.
The
oil
in
my
lamp
is
running
low
and
there
is
scant
left
in
stock
here
.
Yet
the
need
for
light
grows
minute
by
minute
.
There
are
those
of
us
who
simply
will
not
sleep
,
and
when
the
oil
runs
out
we
shall
wander
around
in
the
dark
.
Stumbling
.
Searching
.
Looking
blindly
for
something
we
can
no
longer
see
.
This
long
night
must
eventually
end
.
If
for
no
other
reason
than
the
fact
that
the
night
always
ends
.
The
sun
always
rises
in
the
East
.
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...
Ouroboros
I
needed
to
read
that
,
thank
you
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