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The evil of banality

One day, it could have been last week, last month, last year, it no longer matters, Harry Eyres woke, dragged himself out of bed, completed his morning ritual, maybe three of the many “S”s that face working adults most mornings, coffeed his bloodstream and sat to stare at the screen. Lost. Blank. Space. A white […]

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