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RE: Self-Portrait No. 7 — An Ode to the brown core of a toilet roll as written by a cracked egg.
Powerful words. It speaks to the very nature of existence, how we are all but specks in the vastness of infinity. Nothingness shall be our main reward, and all that we have worked for will be for naught.
Yes, and also, my egg is cracked so I will have to go without breakfast.
I have been without an egg for years now. These days, the thought of an egg-centered breakfast only brings me a bright old chuckle.
What are you talking about?
Breakfast.
I'm on my lunch break.