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13 Narcissus (Caravaggio) I did not think I would be lonely; I did not think looking into Styx, I would be this pensive and sad. You, viewer, enjoy the light on my knee, but it only guides me to destruction. Perhaps someone waits, perhaps someone pursues! The transformations only tremble. I am drawn in, not out of self-love, but by a steady, low, nagging boredom, the reflection of myself over and over into water too shallow for me to drown in. ...

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