Sometimes I wish I were alone, out in space.. A lone trader.. Just trying to make a living.. Not bothering anyone.. More to the point, not being bothered.. This of course is a silly wish.. No one else in space to trade with as of this writing.. I think this irrational desire signifies my…. Contempt?… Dislike?… for other people. Though other times I want to be with people.. hang out.. if only just for a time.. Ambivalence? I dunno.

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