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A writer is objectified by a reader who is  holding a book, while the rain cries outside in its unique insect voice. A writer performers the autopsy of a tangerine in order to make it likeable to the reader's taste buds. A writer stir a mother's warm tears, petting it like a cat, searching for literary devices so that it can be equated with the silent foam of a vast sea. A reader presses his cheek on the the skin of a pillow, wrapping the symphony of darkness as though the morning will never come. A writer, like a lover who kisses only when lights are off, holds the memories of unknown in his sloppy hands, only to wonder the fate of them.A reader, with memories belonging to a stranger, feels a knot in his throat while moving his eyes through pages. What the writer and reader are actually doing is weaving straw hats, embroidering pillows and walking through a village road- not to do anything particular,  but to keep themselves busy. Because they are in the fringe of despair, in...