But Whispers in the Void ◌ The Backyard Is Empty Again ▹
Back in the backyard. Nobody home. Nobody knows. Nobody cares. Castings have all returned to their abodes. No creator or witness to testify. No metacognitive deconstructionist. No cultivator of good hearts. No speaker of clear truths. No seeker for a better world. The ever-present walker, the contemplative sage, with nowhere to walk or sit on. Even the I and I is not. Roots have since decomposed. Never was there ever anybody home. These are but whispers from the void. Silence follows.
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