47 lines
922 B
Markdown
47 lines
922 B
Markdown
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It only takes one fractured mind and a non-existing board to play chess
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Forules and games established by the board, are all achievable through bare imagination and intellect.
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Me alone in my mind, drowning in its complex logic and traveling beyond the limitation of two.
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Only within no-ground and fragmented space does the game best reflect reality.
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That's why I always play staring at the wall.
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To be frank, there came a certain point where I realized mind too, has a limit. As each game became progressively less excitin, often way to predicatable or dull.
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Yet, this is the only thing that keeps me sane. That makes me feel like there is still SOMEBODY on the otherside of that board in the corner.
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It’s been a long time since I ever actually played with anyone, and it seems like she is really enjoying it. I like laughing with her, though it is also selfish for me to do so.
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