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Thoughts
Thoughts
When I stay still and listen carefully in silence, I can hear all kinds of noise from my brain. The ridiculous pronunciations of everyday accent, random words shouted like it is correct.
One's thinking is like this swimming in the pile of mixed infos. Ordinary thoughts are pulling things out of the ocean of irrational gibberish. Sometimes I think the dreams are emptying the trash can of residues of those.
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