The Distant Joke
The rain hits the glass. It is hard. It is cold. You watch it streak down. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. You are alone. The room is small. The walls are close. They press in. You feel the weight. It is heavy. It is thick. You are a scholar. You study old things. You study the past. The past is a trap. It bites. It holds. You have a bowl. It is white. It is ceramic. It is empty. It is...
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