from a quixotic memoir

[dayonfire]

There is only one person I have known as well as I have sought to know myself. His name is not important, nor in all honesty, do I know if he really existed. History is tantamount to the dreamer, and included within, the web of everyone he has ever encountered. To the likes of me, it is a ridiculous necessity like money or garbage. I did not seek

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[phlegming]

That's what friends are for.