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I am divided, proliferated, like the partial vacuum of a Fluorescent light. Discharged, absorbed, re-emitted, and guarded against full exposure, I am protected from myself by a jailer that seems to wear my own face. In the folded illogic of everyday reason, with it’s course geometries and inelegant projections, I am seemingly illuminated by my own image. I am unaccustomed to this light but cannot see without it. Nor can I bring myself to turn it off.
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