"The dreamshit was for his caterpillar, and for it alone." --Perdido Street Station

Wrap myself in Albanian folk music. Use headlights because the others do. Gray is a color also. The flotsam we cling to will probably take us all the way to where we will not need such an ignoble expedient. Meanwhile there is so much we can't say, we must communicate via these simple hand signals.

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