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Once upon a time, on a tiny island on a wet splashy sea, there lived a young boy. The boy liked to dream, and he liked to think, but he loved to laugh; sleeping, unfortunately, was not on this boy's list of most favourite activities. Or anywhere near to top. Or anywhere in the top million, actually.
The main reason for this was his matteress, a thin thin thing with the hard wooden bed rattling (and I do mean rattling, and I do mean loudly) just below. He hated his matteress, and he hated his hall - this ancient, dirty thing - and the toilets, which he would rather not get into at quite this hour.
On the whole, life for this poor kid wasn't quite the rosy thing it was (he would vaguely suspect, during the more air-conditioned parts of his day) supposed to be.
Where can you get a Control-Alt-Delete for humans?
I can hear the crows now. Cripes. I am going to be so destroyed tomorrow. Good night, cruel world.
This post was posted by Unknown at 4:25 am
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."