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Aphorism:

Life is fear: Fearing things; fearing their absence.

Passage:

He is panting, staring wildly around.

Scraps. Blackness.

“Hey!” He screams. “Hey!” His cry transmits through the void and he doesn’t register this impossibility. He has bigger concerns. The unbound loneliness that so oppressed him is now infested with some presence he cannot reckon with, cannot confront. “Who’s out there!” he rages. “Who’s out there!”

Silence. Now everything’s become ghost. Scraps, light, dark. All of it imbued with some inexplicable will.

It never stops, this life. Fearing things, then fearing their absence.

What a neat exercise, thank you.

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