In the middle of having a drink and conversation, Lohbado caught a glimpse of his confused mind. To live in a state of confusion, to say and do the same sort of thing, day after day, suddenly felt painful and claustrophobic. He finished the drink and then went outside. He stood in front of the bistro and gazed down the street into the distance. He wished to be free from the hypnotic, mindless stupor of mental chatter.
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