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 | Suddenly, I woke up from that dream conversation where   | |   2021-02-03 |
 | where the faceless friend was joking about how so many   | |              |
 | stories start wih a character waking up, stayed in bed   | |______________|
 | unable to smile, half-asleep focal point for the noise   |
 | from the near construction.  Wasn't the world supposed   |
 | to be hibernating in its viral winter?  Maybe they are   |
 | building an anonymous graveyard, a garden for deaf and   |
 | dumb child corpses, a cheap metaphor for a lobotomized   |
 | collective unconscious, millions of home-lonely sparks   |
 | oblivious of befores or afters.  Whatever happens now,   |
 | we must not pretend to be prepared, lest we spoil some   |
 | naive apocalypse.                                        |
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