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Page Forty-one
Tues 30 June 2009, Greenfield
Myself as nemo, as no one. No meaning and purpose to my days, since that all came, always, from animals. No one, with no home. No one, with life as I knew it for 55 years laid waste. No one for this no one to take care of, to nurture. There is so very much nihil, nothing. And I feel completely a nemo, a no one.
The human world has made me hollow, with its meanness and indifference.
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