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			<title>Personal Dialectics, Or, How The Spectral Masks The Hideousness Of The Solitary</title>
			<description>I waited for the first person to get up, and got up myself immediately after that. The movie was over. The projector behind us threw white light on the dust in the air, and along that thin, artificial beam I showed her the whole cosmos, the night sky in absolute flux, performing a dance of chaos and..</description>
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			<title>Anaesthesis</title>
			<description>I couldn&amp;rsquo;t have pushed him that hard - I was walking fairly slowly, carefully squeezing my way through the vertical bodies - and so I chose not to apologise, and sat at the back of the coach. I repel the remnants of discomfort by re-enacting the incident in my mind, replacing the sounds of ind..</description>
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			<title>Aequus and Libra</title>
			<description>And so another trembling figure shall find recognition, somewhere between the desired, and that which really was. Such a tedious story. A story which I had once embarked on writing, but stopped as soon as I remembered: words signify finitude, and my egocentrism demands immortality. Aequus and Libra ..</description>
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