There is a fire, and it is somewhere I cannot reach. It is everywhere around me, but I cannot see it. I see it everywhere, but I cannot touch it. I smell the world around me burning.
I stay indoors.
I'm watching the fire now. It's breaking everything down. It levels the ground and fills it with emptiness, emptiness of the mind and soul.
I watch as it tears my mind apart like the rest. And I stay indoors.
I stay indoors and read. I read the long forgotten words, the wisdom of the ages, ten thousand years of knowledge.
I read the book while its pages burn black at the corners, turning to ash at the spine.
Outside they burn books.
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It scares me sometimes.
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But that's a risk I take, I suppose.
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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
Outside they burn books.
TAKING YOU LITERALLY HERE.
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Get used to my writing, it's not always cut and dry.
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"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," Ford muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."
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