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The Risk of Forgetfulness
When one steps out into the crisp night air for a packet of crisps, a half litre of soda, maybe crystallised coffee (the kind you started buying after having spent a tireless (ha, though you'd like to think it had been, it wasn't really, not if you, like countless people before and after you, don't count tireless as falling asleep at your desk in the study, shocking several vertebrae who thought you'd settled in for the evening at long last, and hadn't expected herky-jerky movements from you for at least a couple of hours, nor did the cleaning lady, who only poked you anyway because she thought you were dead and was trying to figure out what to do without feeling like she was in some bad B-film, and at whose poke you jerked in the herky-jerky motion sort of foreshadowed by mentioning the vertebrae's reaction to your unexpected herky-jerkiness and vertebrae came out of the experience a little worse for wear, as did your teeth, in an incident which we won't go into here, not at the moment, at any rate. There go I, but for the grace of, and all that.) night subsisting on it, and spent the latter stages of that aforementioned tireless night staring at the crystals, marvelling at their sparkl-i-ness, their innate beauty and caffeinated goodness, embodied by the little ridges and wrinkles of sharp brown dust that might once have been related to a coffee bean, like little frozen... trees, or something, if trees were very tiny and smelled like coffee, which they don't, very often, unless you buy a tree-shaped tiny candle that's scented like coffee, a product which I've never seen, but that doesn't mean they aren't out there, if you look hard enough, everything's out there. Including little coffee-scented tree candles, and you're very likely to find them around Christmastime, because that's when all the shoppes bring out all the stuff you'd never ever see, if only it weren't for the gloriously special holiday shopping season.), and this is in the sense that you've stepped out to get them, not that someone's offered you a packet of crisps, a half litre of soda, and a tin of that crystallised coffee you were so fascinated by as part of a wager or anything (though look out, Thomas Nagel! Oh ho ho HO! (This was purely for the first year philosophy students out there and any other person caught indulging in this frankly annoying reference shall have to live with themselves for the rest of their lives knowing they did partake, as well.)), but in the sense that you really craved a packet of crisps, some soda, and maybe some coffee, or maybe someone else, if you're so inclined/lucky, to make the desire for multiple beverages seem less ridiculous than it may have if it was just yourself wanting the two, and didn't happen to have any of the aforementioned products in the house. At any rate, you don't expect to be gone long, unless you live nowhere near a shoppe that sells any of the things you and possibly someone else have a craving for. For which you (plural or singular) have a craving, to put it in a slightly nicer grammatical way.
This is exactly what Odysseus was thinking as he pulled his coat a little tighter against that damn wind.
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This week is also not the big week announcement, we're afraid to say, and it more than likely looks like a New Year's Eve sort of announcement... ohhhhh even more exciting.....
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