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Re: Me, my ozone and you (Re: Adil Osman)
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Thanks, Adil Osman, and sorry for late reply
My ‘reader’s digest’ of this piece is
Me = the narrator; which could be me, you, he or she My ozone = the narrator’s emotional protection You = me, you, he, she or whoever have the ever sought wisdom
The narrator lacks proper emotional protection, which consequently leads to inability to express grieve and, therefore, anguish. The narrator ends up in a quest for answers for vague questions and eventually concludes that, in such circumstances, racers (that is; all of us) lose hope
In short
For mankind: no woman, no hope For ‘womankind’: no man, no hope For both: no love, no hope
Now, is it by chance that I chose to publish this on Feb 14th…? Is it, after all, the end of the story
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