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Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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Oh, and here's one more tip: check out the little café near Lez Bridge. Great brew – and the owner always drops odd philosophical lines, like some sci-fi Hawking meets Michael Haneke moment. “We must be free, or we’re doomed to repeat.” That sorta phrase hits hard, man.

A postcard from the Black Mountains of France