"What's the matter with the transformation? / What you've been practicing for days and nights / While I'm watching the creation of this / Awful creature that no one likes"

“A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.”

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