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I had always wanted to summon a large ladel to inspect my stream of consciousness. Preferably a wooden one, I don't know - the prospect just seems so much more Oliver Twist. It's the moment when you stop thinking and start thinking, you've lost it. I've never snapped a key in a lock but I can certainly imagine the feeling. If I wanted to stop thinking about The Game, I'd keep thinking about The Game. And The Game of which I have just lost.

As for a break, I don't know whether I'd be taking one. Maybe free and easy, whenever till Joy comes back. Alone in this lonely virtual house, supported by a plethora of colourful balloons, floating in cyberspace.

I might just go now and write sad haikus about how everything is ending so quickly.