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I drew arrows, but they all swirled and swirled and grew tiny hooks and went all round. Now I can't tell where which begins, but I win anyway. I think. I did before, but I lost the last battle. I think this was before I met the fish, but I really can not be sure. It must have been today- or yesterday if you follow one single country's time.

If nothing is ever the same, then that would mean that everything is always the same, right? Except that doesn't make any sense and I can't understand what you're saying. You make the insides of my head hurt. Stop talking.
Stop talking.
Sorry, I think that was me, but we really don't know anymore, do we?
Do we?

But you had to die
and you had to leave the silence in your wake
Adieu.