Its Just Me Aand This Bucket Against The World 

oh my god what is that

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The halls don’t end. They keep going and going in empty, carpeted infinity and the world outside is an eternity away.

You are more alone than you have ever been, because even humanity does not linger here.

The white walls are everything and they are nothing and they will never end.

guhhhim busy you get doodle ofthe not-there-rrator

never ending land, a stretching, vast landscape. the trees and fauna are all the same, all the way across. the world is flat, terribly so. the same rock sticks out every so often. you cannot stop walking

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

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