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you are walking in the forest sometimes follow, sometimes find, the paths all bumble you under through sometimes over-growth you did not ask to be here, in this place of such terrible and wonderful things, things you did not choose, fully knowing or knowing mostly at all and why is it that you, specifically, with tendency to retread all these dead and dying things focus again and alone on the tragedy of it as if that were the whole of it? like you would keep your eyes open, down casting for mushroom, shit, and slime, without conception of their wonder, wonder all for naturgemälde speaks you: if joy and music and beauty and love, if jay and puffball and badger and you cannot negate or conquer or destroy any fact of the pain and the terror and the ending, well, you just tell yourself, well, the inverse, too, must also be true other things said electrified wire! all those spoken-for acres i speak-for through Yesterday :: Friday, 12th June 2026