continues to persist, persistent, never annoying, the predominance of the dark.
The lamps appear to be in constant struggle to her, faithful friends of a man who can no longer find its way into this tangle of thoughts crossed inexorably destroyed by the issue logic of the human mind.
Fear of the dark is nothing but fear of loneliness, of not knowing the way that looks beyond its own nose. Navigate a primordial ocean, Pangea submerged.
Fear of falling down, finally. I do not know what, but something will have to finish though.
They taught me that this world has strict rules.
I envy anyone that has violated the rules.
... is there anybody out there?
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