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I was being taught to appreciate the quality of light at certain times of day, believing that banality was an inevitable result of effective exposure.

My journey was made inefficient by this attention, always yielding to the opportunity to preserve something, imagining the it was unmarked by anyone else.

She had been planning to get rid of me for years, and was only delayed by the lack of money.

As for myself, I had always refused the pudding.

I have come to believe that the most effective form of resistance is to refuse to make sense of what we do.