We walk through the crowded streets at dusk and I am overcome by the strange feeling of being alone and unique. A speck of dust in the drifting mass, a single being in space. The self in there, in the chest, beating incessantly against my ribs.

We walk through the crowded streets at dusk and I am overcome by the strange feeling of being alone and unique. A speck of dust in the drifting mass, a single being in space. The self in there, in the chest, beating incessantly against my ribs.
We walk through the crowded streets at dusk and I am overcome by the strange feeling of being alone and unique. A speck of dust in the drifting mass, a single being in space. The self in there, in the chest, beating incessantly against my ribs.
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