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I'd have liked to become an architect,
as I like drawing and painting, the perspective and tall pillars. I used to dream about beautiful and large buildings, but one day I envisaged their sudden collapse – utter and forever – as if the end of the world had come. yet, because it's been in my nature to reel existence out of nothingness, next day I decided to start another business. I made up my mind and began putting up invisible houses: large windows, flowered balconies, light all over the place. can you see them? can you feel their warmth? can you smell the home-made noodle soups in the kitchens? can you hear the lingering music inside? can you touch their disguised ceilings? well, only a second-sighted can get in. but these are my houses and I am the awful abandon of their walls.
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