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Sushi “goes extinct.”
You can’t get it anymore.
Not on campus, not off campus.
And when I ask somebody about sushi, anybody, they look at me funny, uncertain of the word’s meaning.
It’s gone.
When something close to you dies, you change forever.
There is no sushi.
Again: there is no sushi.
One more time. .
I can’t get over the “extinction of sushi.”
I think about it every day.
I carry the Lack with me wherever I go.
I feel guilty, as if I were responsible.
As if, somehow, I “killed sushi.”
All of the sushi.
This is a simple enough delusion, but I am powerless to rise above it, to disavow it, to banish it from the cockpit of my subjectivity.
My awareness that the delusion in question is a real delusion — i.e., that the delusion exists, thus distorting my perceptive faculties — is of no consequence. It never is. And this is my distinguishing characteristic.
And this, above all, is why I am just like everybody else.
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Свежие любовные романы в удобных форматах
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Саморазвитие
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