The Wall

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I sit like the crucified custodian of totally irrelevant possessions. Clear the jungle! is the cry in my mind. Burn all! Yes. But, what about the wastes accumulated in the recesses of mind? Wastes of emotions? Wastes of loves, friendships, commitments and non-commitments? Wastes of convictions, beliefs, theories? Burn them! Burn them?Honest. Philosophical. Provincial and Global, at the same time. Notes of a ship-wrecked soul negotiating Life in an extraordinary situation.

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