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Sometimes I don’t even know what I am doing. I feel like a flatpack piece of furniture from ikea: all jumbled in the box with incomprehensible assembly instructions. Each part carefully illustrated, except that drawings don’t always tell you everything you need to know, and some of those missing bits are pretty damn important to the structural integrity of the final thing. How could you feel good about putting your eggs (all of them in one basket, naturally) on a snødlæk that could fall apart at any second? But I digress. I only went to ikea for the meatballs anyway.

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