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On this disgustingly white day, with flocks of pure falling down, the little man in my skull cavity (because, yes, of course, it is mostly empty) is running aimlessly. He doesn't know which buttons to press, which levers to pull, or when and where to send the blood. Shocks up like a power pole- unexpected. And shuts down like a run-down generator. I'm a machine who's filaments don't connect properly. My oil is running out and I'm desperately trying to recollect it, au dépit de ce que je veux réellement faire, au dépit of what I should do.

That, or a hibernating bear's cave. Well... where a bear was supposed to hibernate. It's musty, the mushrooms grow, and every sound echoes. The sounds, though, only come from the occasional drops from a leak plocking down onto a puddle. And the puddle only continues to lengthen. Diameter-wise. r=d/2, d=2r. C=2pi(r) or C=pi(d). A=pi(r²), but we don't care about that.