Boat

I am on the boat
What is the aim of our journey?
This is not considered
The practice of remembering things
Unknown

We are not moving
We will never move
This is the center
of the conundrum

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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