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Ulysses Deriding Polyphemus

I dreamt I was dreaming and couldn’t wake up. Then I woke up. The unconscious is a dick. It feels as though I put on the wrong legs this morning, uncooperative legs with somebody else’s fatigue in them. After all, … Continue reading

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