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Day Two Hundred and Ten:  Soliloquey

“If I had known it by another name it would have been..well, I wouldn’t have remembered is all, because sometimes when one tries to remember anything we forget it all at once.  A blur, it’s sometimes called in that old English speak, that old way we used to communicate, and sometimes I think that our communicate patterns have blurred, a system error, one of those things I try to correct at work.  I sat here, looking at him, he seemed so slack-jawed and I wondered to myself if something was so important why was the name ever changed in the first place?  Surely some information was rarely corrected?  But no, sure as sherry things were…things were rectified, they were modified in a way that communication may not be blurred once but constantly, in a constant mode of change, of elusive temporal state of…of effemeral natures far beyond the capacity of one human being.  Oh, he still sits here infront of me, and I think to myself yet again oh, oh, things must change, must they?  Things must get by, and things must be modified.”

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