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Let me get my bearings. These are spaces I will never own. I feel such regret, especially now that the world is on fire.

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The air is eaten by flame all around. Monks with their skirts billowing, jump from the mountain tops, chant poverty, chastity, indifference. Keep laughing in the face of this molten planet—laugh your ass off. It’s what you’ll have left in the end. You think this is an hallucination? A joke? A fantasy? Perhaps you’re bewildered— the world is not ending, you’ve only backed one last war, one last steaming holocaust. You’ve only stayed silent while continents starved and died, whittled down to rock and bleached bone. Is your own part in this unlikely, misunderstood? Mine, unfortunately, is not. I’ve participated and want to move on. Just give me a moment, please, just let me get my bearings.

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