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But life isn’t so easily forgotten and pain that we have endured, that has caused us to lament on our sofas and escape reality in a torrent of trending or transient images. The very real pain that one only feels in the depths of continued and unrelenting suffering, such as having a goddamn fucking smoke alarm go off for almost an entire film without a single character mentioning it or a single person involved in making the film think, hey that’s really annoying. It is in these moments of the abyss that we as people can transcend ourselves and push our souls beyond their previous incarnation. Giving up on life is not an answer, while it may seem completely justifiable as you sit watching a man explain semi-porous gas is turning people into rage zombies and your best chance of survival is to wear multiple jackets, beep. Yet as a person saturated with the buttery literariness of your common stone, I seek to expunge the hardships of my soul through catharsis. Finally, to be rid of the plagues of Night Zero.
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