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I should stop talking out loud, everyone on the train is looking at me now. I must have gone farther than I wanted because everyone here is different than me. Why should they care that I’m talking, some of them are talking and about fairly irrelevant things. ‘The ends justify the means.’ ‘Where the is no justification, there is no end. There is only means.’ I thought that they were looking mean, but they were only talking.
The noise in the train crescendoes as the train comes into a station, this station is lined with black suited men, and behind them I can see the pantomime of good and evil continue with the sanitation workers trying to mop the black suits off the sunglassed and toupeed men who are not resisting at all.
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Indeed, they have nothing to worry about. They can just cling to the constellations of gum, there is nothing the sanitation workers can do about that.
Its all just human nature, we don’t fit onto the curve, either. Simply, there is no curve, our science is approximation, good guessing.
The suits are going to get me this time, but I’m lucky. I have my keys in my pocket now, and I’m opening the other subway door…
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