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And then he tried a lot harder to stop thinking. Finding ways to keep his mind occupied. He picked up the broken old lamp hoping he could put some more life into it. He thought of how the day had begun,looking at the small school kids doing their morning assembly, just like he used to, years ago. It reminded him of how old school had been fun, so much to do and yet so little to little to worry about.It was a time when he couldn't mark the difference between when morning ended and afternoon started, when the jubilant day gave way to the all encompassing night. Time flowed from its one form to another in one smooth curve.

Soon he was looking out of his window, a landscape full of trees in their prime, lush green and august, especially the eucalyptus, that made its towering presence felt everytime the wind caressed its leaves, tilting from one side to the other.The orange hue of the street lamp only adding to its magnificence. He looked for subtle features, something..anything that would take his mind off from that one simple question that was plaguing him.

               

                 If he already is all ash, does it matter if he burns anymore?