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Tragedy of Wanderer:
“He was lying there, motionless. The night was ready to dissect him into pieces, he knew it, but that didn’t scare him. He was used to be pulled apart, broken into bits and collecting them every morning. For now he was readying himself to be suffocated. The evening was heavy, and the night was delayed. He couldn’t wait anymore. A sense of agitation took over him, he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but then who doesn’t. He realized it too. He tried to breathe and stay calm, but he felt rather like a corpse who couldn’t breathe, and it only added to the agitation. An agitating corpse, amusing he thought. But he didn’t give up, he couldn’t, to be precise, he was determined to put it all in order. But once turned into a corpse you do not have any control over anything, including yourself. He realized it too, but it was too late to correct himself. Drowning in that glass all he could do was to suffocate.
He was banished to the far side of the grave, where even screams appeared to be whispering, while he couldn’t even whisper. Alas…!”
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“He was lying there, motionless. The night was ready to dissect him into pieces, he knew it, but that didn’t scare him. He was used to be pulled apart, broken into bits and collecting them every morning. For now he was readying himself to be suffocated. The evening was heavy, and the night was delayed. He couldn’t wait anymore. A sense of agitation took over him, he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but then who doesn’t. He realized it too. He tried to breathe and stay calm, but he felt rather like a corpse who couldn’t breathe, and it only added to the agitation. An agitating corpse, amusing he thought. But he didn’t give up, he couldn’t, to be precise, he was determined to put it all in order. But once turned into a corpse you do not have any control over anything, including yourself. He realized it too, but it was too late to correct himself. Drowning in that glass all he could do was to suffocate.
He was banished to the far side of the grave, where even screams appeared to be whispering, while he couldn’t even whisper. Alas…!”
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