Absurd feelings

I feel like a stranger in the world; like a fig tree in the desert, a bird in a cave, a mole on the mountain peak, a lion in the Pacific. I am alone. And as I shiver amidst the sandy winds, as I thrust myself up towards an impenetrable ceiling, as I claw at the granite earth, roar against the vociferous tides, I recall those damnable words: friends, there are no friends! 

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