Sometimes in my quest to obliviate myself I forget that the external has meaning too.

Sometimes when I’m looking for meaninglessness, I still find meaning in the inane.

Sometimes when I want to meditate, I code in my head.

Sometimes when I’m searching for meaning, however, I find only confusion and disarray.

Sometimes thinking can be so disappointing.

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