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Like Nothing
There’s no thing quite like Nothing; and so much of it around. It fills the nooks and crannies and absorbs the smallest sounds, obsessed with taking over and with being something more. It wants to be the ocean’s deep, the … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, existentialism, futility, illusion, Nothing, work
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