Some days, the world just seems to bend around you, as if you were genuinely a part of it, and it a part of you. Some days, you feel alienated from it, as if the air you breathe was as foreign as Jupiter.
Some days, I dream about green grass, flowing waters, and cabins in the mountains. Some days, I have nightmares about oil derricks, powerlines, and the black smog of industry.
There are even some days, when I swear I should be dreaming, but I'm not.
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