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i can see my footprint on my floor, if i turn my head slightly to the left or slightly to the right then the footprint lies right in the middle of the ray of light coming through the front window, if i look up i don't see anything much of interest, if i look down i see my hands tip tapping away, if i look right ahead i see volcanic red, if i look inside i don't like much what i see these days so i'm just going to ignore it, get myself up from my new chair and keep cooking. which, i've been told, is all i should do anyway. cook in a pinny. things with cream in them. there.