Psyche
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Have you stirred the ghost of the Doomed Commercial Area from its rest? Could this be its dismembered heart, beginning to flutter?
Oh, but you are: too ashamed to ask this person for money, too scared to belittle yourself in her eyes -- those half-precious stones of Eau-de-Nil.
You think your little communism" protects you from this feeling? No. The more demeaning* it is to grovel at her feet...
Yes. You should be able to take care of yourself. Not grovel at her beautiful feet, dishonouring yourself and your organization with this request...
Maybe you can ask her for some stock tips -- that's a maybe. Or a job. But you're sure as hell too ashamed to ask for cash buddy.
...is what you want to say. But it isn't that easy, is it?
Yes. You're too ashamed to ask this person for money, too scared to belittle yourself in her eyes -- those half-precious stones of Eau-de-Nil.
The word it feels strange. Such a beautiful boat deserves a proper name...
Now look at you, you misery-clad simian, barely able to tie your own laces. Your armpits are lakes, a scythe of booze precedes you. Your hair sticks to your forehead and your underwear feels uncomfortable...
Shame? You haven't really been in the presence of gentlefolk either, have you? What shame is there to be felt in front of these... dockworkers, cops and hotel clerks. But to belittle yourself in these eyes of Eau-de-Nil...
You'll meet her soon enough, you feel.
Five days. Not more. Maybe sooner.