You shut the windows; you draw the curtains.
But it is never-ending, this attempt to keep surfaces clean. It is the first dark hint of the law of entropy which dictates that out of dust we have arisen and, no matter how resplendent or boastful our civilisation, it is into dust that we shall again descend.
The cool, dry, dusty weather has Prufrock Two in a near-poetic mood.
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