"Then I usually get a second wind. Like last week I went and played intramural basketball with some friends and the first game I played I just got so tired. But after like a five minute break I played the second game and I felt just fine the whole time. So I'm thinking the 0.7 miles there might be kind of tough, but I should be okay on the way back."
"Mm, yeah."

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"It's not sad enough. No pathos. No real and true pain. You don't know what it's like do you?"
"I thought you wanted me to just--"
"No. I didn't. I didn't want you to 'just' anything. This isn't 'just' a piece. It's everything. Which is why you can't play it."

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"What do you mean?"
"I don't know"
"Well, how do you feel?"
"I almost don't. Maybe it's not even a darkness that's coming over me. I think I'm just aware of all the dark things that surround us all and that none of us really notice."
"Hm."

"You know how fish are supposed to be able to see more colors than us?"
"Yeah. Lots of animals can I think."
"Well it's like that."
"And that's why you're sad?"
"No, well. It's just how it gets to me. I just can't escape it. Everywhere I turn I feel it or see it or whatever. Everywhere I step it's seeping up through my shoes and everywhere I go it's turning my skin dark. And I can't help but feel sad, very sick and kind of sad."

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