09-27-2011, 07:41 PM
I like this a great deal. Every thought is unique and affecting. It is at once beautiful and complex, making the reader work to unlock the music box. I personally see it as being about a man who is terminally ill, whose philosophical ponderings don't bring back the fact of his imminent death so much as what he says, his phlegm. Just a thought. I could be completely wrong. Either, thanks for the read, only rob
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