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HIS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FACE HOVERS OVER A SHAPELESS BODY OF INCORRECT MOVEMENTS. THERE’S NO WAY YOU CAN UNDERSTAND HIM, THERE’S NO WAY YOU CAN MEMORIZE HIM. IN CONSTANT MOVEMENT HE ALTERS HIMSELF AS HE EMBRACES HIS SURROUNDINGS.
THERE HE WAS, VOLUNTARILY BOUND TO A CHAIR THAT WENT BACK AND FORTH, LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS THAT PULLED HIM INTO A PLACE HE DID NOT BELONG. ARMS, LEGS, BACK, FROZEN IN TIME, OBEYING ONE SINGLE MOVEMENT. BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH. EYES SHUT. BACK AND FORTH. TWISTED LIPS. BACK AND FORTH. THE MIND EXPANDING WAITING FOR EXPLOSION. BACK AND FORTH. BACK AND FORTH. EARTHLY SOUNDS. BACK AND FORTH. AN UNFORTUNATE REALITY. THERE HE WAS, WAITING FOR AN END THAT WAS NOT AN END BUT IT IS AN END IN ITS WHISPERLESS CALLING.
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