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the archive(s):
issue no. 5:
(no title yet) iv / Ilya Zaychik
IV.
The only thing I know for sure is that I don't know anything for sure. I struggle in spite of myself, take a pride in examining both sides of the coin, in political debates, in social perspectives, in the muffin-vs.-cookie decision. Every new fact comes with its counterpart. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Increasingly, I find the coin lands on its side. But what if the coin lands on its side, and there is no ground*?
*ok, you think I am trying to say something deep, and now, with this disclaimer, you think I am trying to cover for that fact with self-deprecating remarks designed to show I am not really deep, just a casual, laid-back, non-pretentious imbecile, which, in and of itself, you think, is an attempt on my part to negate your two cynical reactions and thus deflect focus back on the statement (and the worth of the person who made it), which I still maintain is Zen-koan-deep, and worth thinking about, though I don't want you to think I'm being a dick. Now perhaps you think I think, talk, write, agonize too much about what you may or may not think and at this precise moment you think that all these thought-ahead thinking patterns have left the joke as a speeding car leaves a candy wrapper thrown out the window. Perhaps, we, together, have stumbled upon a modest solution‹let us try walking next time.
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