Miner Death

This time when I come out of the mine, I step
immediately into another mine. The world has finally
become what I knew it would become, a series of
endlessly interconnected mines. I am a thought or a
disease. That is my new sad lot in life. You open your
mouth. A bright circle of countryside is out of it.

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