There is this thing I do, where I take a feeling I have, or something I am thinking about or something that is bothering me, and I take that thing and I slice it up and I place it under a microscope, and I peer into it and there flayed on a glass slide, lit from beneath, it looks all-important, encompassing, it looks monumental. I do this, look at things too closely, examine them, analyze them, and see if there is some kind of truth to be found there, something to take away. I blow these things out of proportion, make them into something huge, some awful monster and I drag it out and I slay it there in the light. I am interested in finding out who I am, who really lies beneath all this junk that I have been carrying, here underneath all the armor and structures that I have built around myself for protection. And I have looked, I have dug in the garbage, and so far all I have found is more junk. New junk, that kinda looks a lot like the old junk. I am beginning to wonder: what ha
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