The Sound of What Happens at CHESS MATCH NO. 5 by Audrey Moyce

Me feeling uncertain that things can ever just be themselves. Aren't our thoughts always intruding? Don't we always "all feel like our own life is the center of the universe," (as one of them also says) not because we're self-centered necessarily, but because we literally cannot get outside of our own body's perspective?

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