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Tasteless. Bitter, empty, nothingness strewn around me like the best thing since sliced bread. There isn't a thing to be said, a thing to be done, there isn't a thing. And from whatever they thrust ever-so sympathetically into my face, I'm meant to invent...
I can't tell you what's going on, because frankly I myself don't know. But it's here, and that is one thing I can't change. And, it has absolutely no interest in leaving. Around my feet, meandering and swirling into the dizzying nothing before my eyes. I... no, that's enough, there isn't anything else to be said.