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<entry><title>meaningless (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/David+Quinn+Carder/writeups/meaningless"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/David+Quinn+Carder/writeups/meaningless</id><author><name>David Quinn Carder</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/David Quinn Carder</uri></author><published>2009-03-14T22:53:52Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:53:52Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;found in a text file dated 2008·02·19:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;In the morning it was over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Like a lowly wave washing him onto the beach, the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sobriety&quot;&gt;emotional contrast&lt;/a&gt; returned. The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/want&quot;&gt;wants&lt;/a&gt;; the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/need&quot;&gt;needs&lt;/a&gt;; the high stakes of living &lt;a href=&quot;/title/precarious&quot;&gt;precariously&lt;/a&gt;: all quietly resumed their posts. In the sunshine, memories rose and turned their heads to gawk&amp;mdash;&quot;what happened to him?&quot;, they wanted to know, and &quot;where is he going?&quot;, they wondered, because he no longer paid them any mind like he used to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;They were no longer his to bear, and so he &lt;a href=&quot;/title/the+only+winning+move+is+not+to+play&quot;&gt;ignored them&lt;/a&gt;. One day, in the sunshine, he left unnoticed (the same way he came). On a hill across the sea, the flowers pondered &quot;who is he?&quot; and &quot;what brings him here?&quot;, but he didn't know, so he laid in the grass beside them and pondered too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&quot;How wonderful&quot;, the flowers thought, &quot;to be so &lt;strong&gt;meaningless&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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