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I Was Reduced To Pure Concept. My Flesh Had Dissolved; My Form Had Dissipated. I Floated In Space. Liberated Of My Corporeal Being, But Without Dispensation To Go Anywhere Else.i Was Adrift In The Void. Somewhere Across The Fine Line Separating Nightmare From Reality.

I Am Worrying About My Country. I Feel I Have A Responsibility As A Novelist To Do Something.

With Each Passing Moment I'm Becoming Part Of The Past. There Is No Future For Me, Just The Past Steadily Accumulating.

Only The Dead Stay Seventeen Forever.

I’m Just Kinda Tired. Like A Monkey In The Rain.