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It's an old
trick really. Last night, rather than write this, I went to sleep,
knowing that I'd dream this. (Dream) It's a trick within a trick,
really. I know if I let the wall fall over, the hollowed-out portion
of the wall will allow an entire building to be left standing, emerging
from the center, someplace in Italy. Its a trick within a trick
within a trick, I realize. It's a Korean who tips the hollowed-out
wall over, leaving a building standing, not an Italian. (Fin) Waking
up in some confusion, I lie on my bed for twelve minutes trying
to reconstruct the dream that seems to be collapsing around me,
and I suddenly see it's a trick within a trick within a trick within
a trick, because it's not an Italian building left standing by a
Korean in a dream for this essay written in a different word processor,
then cut-and-pasted to here that's left standing ... It's me!
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