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Meaning escapes me, escapes the unfamiliarity of this room of familiar objects - my life against a wall. Childish books lean uncomfortably on thicker volumes that have ditched innocence and instead search, among acres of words, for some understanding. Arrangements of twenty-six letters that evoke tears, or laughter, or change - Just a few of which I strain to see printed in unremarkable ink and on insignificant paper. Choices that I face and yet evade form barricades before my weary eyes, sleepless at 3am - the piercing sounds of their urgency accompanied by mosquito voices of those who have decided, on my behalf, what is best