Everything we do has a purpose and that purpose must be accomplished with an economy of movement, using as little energy as possible. Why speak when there is nothing to say. A window. An empty birdcage. Work, eat, sleep. Eat, sleep. Sleep. The wind, always the wind.
Entropy caused by the inevitability of stasis. Until the end.
Sleep, I have work in the morning...
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