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  • Sometimes some ships need to be built.
    Assembling scraps, cutting stumps, sticking pumps.
    Such a tricky game. You never loose, you just run out of time.

    But no ship can get us out of here right now.
    More is needed, we are less and we are in excess.
    In the nights when I stay awake, there are no lights passing through my shutters.
    But I listen. With my mouth and my eyes open I catch the sonics that escaped my ears.
    I'm a ship hunter stranger. Please make a noise so I can blame you for my poor sense.

    It is dawning. I'm a ship builder again.
    Matching scraps, stumps and pumps, getting partial successes, partial failures.
    Committed to this relativity, for all of my youth.
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