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Strange, strange dreams about bikers, violence, belonging, heritage, lake monster stories and a repeating narrative that changes at key points. What the hell?

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I don't know how not to take on the world.

and also

Today is a day in which everything is insufficient, in which good intentions sink into too little, too late, in which brief moments of beauty seem to only underscore the lack, the too large and too bad everywhere else.