Just thought I should have shared this. Back in November 2011, I tried to see how much I could write within an hour. My father wrote me a prompt and from there it was all me. I did it two times and it was certainly a tough experience on the finger joints.
Prompt:: However,
at this juncture, XX just could not help indulging himself in his
little secret habit again, that is, setting his mind free and letting
it work on its own for as long as it likes. Had his mind been a tamed
horse or a contained geyser? He did not know, nor did he care. He was
aware that he would enjoy such thinking pleasure only when he could
not fall into sleep soon enough after going to his hard-boarded bed
at night, but now he seemed to need it more than ever before. [94
words]
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Written
from 4:00 pm to 5:00pm, nov 20, 2011 Sat
Like a fountain of free
flowing thoughts and wonders, his brain releases every single memory
and idea to cross his mind during the idea. The boy travels through
the day’s events: from waking up to this very single moment. Often
he wonders about the capabilities of the human mind. Was Einstein’s
brain this uncontrollable? It seems so uncontrollable like a wild
tiger roaming a privatized room of prey. In front of him, there is a
limitless and boundless supply of things to choose from and explore.
On his left, the boy remembers the things that cannot exist in the
real world. On his right, the boy remembers all those logical
deductions he made, whether they were one word or sentences. Now
instead of trying to have himself fall asleep, the curious boy is not
restless. Knowledge he said to himself. Knowledge is the food that
anyone can have. It is the very fruit of mankind that was made for
itself. Much more significant and useful than bombs and bubble baths,
knowledge, he thought to himself, is the very trait distinguishes and
categorizes mankind as the human species. The boy rolls over on to
his right side and begins drawing exotic shapes on his sheets. He
draws the obvious profile of a human person and roughly sketches the
silhouette of an ape. What is the difference? Obviously one has more
hair and the other has more brains. But are we truly not animals? Are
we not more savage than animals? For god’s sake the boy shouted in
his mind. We developed weapons to kill ourselves and blow pieces of
the earth into smithereens. Do you see elephants splitting the land
as they walk and birds dropping bombs onto birds that are feeding? No
that is nonsense, so why would we do such things. One day we have a
squadron of high speed planes that forever change the earth’s once
beautiful face. On another day we have the same species killing each
other off. The boy does not understand. This is one world, and all
our problems are the same. But to hell with that! The boy goes back
to his imaginative little world. Logical deductions are what any
educated person can do. But can any educated person create seven
worlds, four galaxies, and two universes? In this boy’s
imagination, there lies things that are beyond not imaginable. New
species with completely new functions roam the so-called planets. The
boy flips over to his left side. His brown hair is still wet from his
shower and his pajamas keep his body warm. His heavy blanket cuddles
his little frame and the boy feels safe and at rest. People complain
that there is never any time to rest besides the end of the day. But
for this one boy, sleep is the busiest. No longer having the energy
to keep those heavy blinds up, the boy falls into deep sleep and his
eyelids fall like hammers hammering a nail. Now he finds himself in a
place where people would go fishing. Why is he here? New knowledge
enters his brain. “You are the one left out of five.” Apparently
he is in some kind of competition where the only escape is death; or
to win. Others have special abilities but the boy has none that he
knows of. He turns around to surprisingly find a swimming pool. There
are people, families, and other children there having a wildly fun
time. He has no hesitation and dives in. As he swims through the calm
waters, he see a few of his friends. Then a new thought suddenly
appears. He must leave the pool and a trainer. He runs out and a
black sheet covers his vision. Next he finds himself in normal
clothing and in some sort of aquarium or futuristic structure. He
turns left and right but he has no idea what to do. The competition
has started and he starts running. He is afraid and dares not to look
back. However, he does hear the shouts of his name. He knows that
anyone and anytime could kill him. And when he dies, the boy knows
that he will wake up in the regular world. So he pushes himself and
continues to sprint through the round hallways to only find himself
before a girl that he knows at school. This is another survivor he
knows! He also knows that the girl has some power. As he comes close
to her she looks at him and the boy finds himself back at the fishing
area. Now he training to understand what kind of power he has. In
front of him there is a vast deep blue lake. Then suddenly and huge
whale bursts out of the waters and he sees a great black pupil. Is
this my power? “No” The whale says. There is more. The whale
tells the boy to leap onto his bumbpy back. The boy has no hesitation
and takes a leap of faith. The first time he fails so instead he just
climbs on through the water. He grips on the whale tightly and then
they plunge into the ocean. A funny looking turtle swims with them.
The turtle has spiky armor and looks like it can talk. And it can.
The trio have a sort conversation. The boy quickly finds that his
power is incredibly great. The sea life is his life. And the water is
his domain. They plunge deeper and deeper into the ocean until they
see a white glow… And then clouds. They are falling through the sky
with all the other sea life in the world. There are giant squids,
swordfishes, sharks, and other exotic creatures. In the distance the
boy even sees supposedly extinct dinosaurs and monsters from the
early eras of earth’s birth. Then a great explosion engulfs
everything and the boy is thrown into the conclusion of the dream.
The boy escaped the competition and used the sea life to destroy the
united states of America. By doing so, the boy was able to free the
country from evil rules. In the aftermath, only a small section of
the great nation remains. From his judgement, the boy reckons it’s
the state where Seattle is. He feels happy and victorious. In this
action packed dream he feels more daring than he does in real life.
Then realizes something: that he would much rather jump into unknown
waters than from a plane or a cliff. He feels at ease in the waters.
Perhaps he really does have the power to control this particular
feature of earth. Then his brain bounces back to Seattle. It’s a
city very close to his hometown, Vancouver, and houses his favourite
singer of all time: Jay Park. This singer was born and raised in the
states and did not speak a word of Korean until he was casted by an
Korean entertainment agency. The boy loved dancing, b-boying and
singing. With his mom’s encouragement, he auditioned and entered
JYP Entertainment. There he learned Korean and other fundamentals of
performing. After becoming the leader of 2PM, Jay was very successful
until he was kicked out after some controversy. Then he decided to go
solo and then came back to Korea as a new person. With no envy or
jealousy, Jay was able to clean off his slate and come back better
than before. With his return, Jay was able to make himself the great
singer he was before. The boy is inspired by a singer who is
determined and able to get back up from any fall. The boy remembers
something. In his thoughts, a particular idea surfaces. The boy
wants to write an English cover to one of Jay’s songs. But can he
do it? A young lad with no musical talent and has never tried his
hand in the world of music. But music is something that everyone has
in common. So tomorrow, he thought, he would definitely try writing
some lyrics despite not knowing any proper terminology. The boy also
realized that he’s hungry. What time is it? It’s been a while
since he has fallen asleep and has spent a long time thinking about
various things. 2:30 am. The boy thoughtlessly opens his door and
stumbles into the kitchen. Opening the big white doors that resemble
the gates to heaven, the boy retrieves a golden halo, otherwise known
as a bagel. He carefully dissects the specimen and spreads a thick
layer of cream cheese onto one half, and then on the other. Then he
closes the bagel tightly and takes a greedy bite. Just like that, a
fifth of the bagel has disappeared. A spectacular and yummy taste
floods his taste buds. The great flood is coming! And his tongue is
Noah’s ark. It surveys that great waters and lets many things pass
it. But when the flood is finally over the tongue is back to normal
and the boy’s stomach is quite full. The boy then walks over to his
room. The lights are off and the boy stubs his toe on the bed frame.
Crying out in pain, the boy shouts loudly and falls onto his bed. But
he does not land. Instead he just keeps falling, infinitely through
space and time. He reaches out his little hands to grab hold of
something. It is in vain, and he keeps falling. He turns around to at
least look at what he’s going to fall onto eventually. All he sees
is darkness. Darkness, darkness, darkness… And then a big pink slab
of meat. His dog’s tongue whips the boys face one, twice, and a
third time. The boy’s poor face now has slobber, that is not his
own, all over and has a funky odour. He lifts the cute little corqi
puppy and sets him on the floor. Then he walks to the hallway to fill
the dog’s food bowl up. While he’s at it, he fills the water bowl
up as well. The dog, hearing the sound of his food hitting the tray,
dashes over and begins his breakfast. The boy on the other hand, rubs
his tired eyes. The clock reads eight thirty a.m. It’s time for
school except for the fact that it’s a Saturday morning. The boy
goes and takes a shower. When he’s done, he flops onto the couch
and turns on the TV. His favorite Saturday morning cartoons are being
broadcasted so the boy is sure to keep his eyes locked to the
channel. These images drawn by another human being appear as
revelations to the viewers. The boy is entirely captivated and finds
his hunger ignored. The dog, now full, runs over and claws at the
boys leg. The boy pays no visual attention but makes the effort to
grab the puppy and set it on his lap. The dog is snug in this
position and takes a small nap.The boy strokes the dog’s soft fur.
His hands travel to the dog’s pointy ears and then back to the
underside of the dog’s warm belly. During a particularly boring
commercial, the boy falls asleep. Before the boy is an array of TV
screens that show moments in his brief life. In the top right TV
there is that time where he let a red helium balloon drift freely
into the stratosphere. In the middle, the boy sees a TV screen that
shows the time where he lit his birthday candles when he was ten. On
the far left there is a screen showing him drink a pepsi and coca
cola fusion. Ah, that one he recalls. That was probably the best cola
he’s ever had. A fusion he repeats. Fusing is a wonderful thing if
you think about it. Potentially you can take multiple great or
favourite things and put them together. But unfortunately, that’s
not how the world always works. You cannot fuse a dog and a cat, or a
flower and clothing without some form of scientific intervention. You
cannot combine cars and planes, meat and fruits, chairs and lights,
aquariums and sand pits, deserts and clouds, and hands with feet.
There are many things in life you cannot do the boy sighes. Perhaps
aliens have a better way. If he were an alien he would definitely
give humans whatever method or technology that makes absolute fusion
possible. If he were an alien, he would have different facial
features and different knowledge. Perhaps he may have already
traveled throughout the galaxy. The boy wakes up and observes that it
is noon. The dog has already woken up and has just been lying there
on his lap. The boy sets the dog back on the floor and strolls into
the kitchen. He is not greeted by the luxurious smells of his
mother’s cooking. Instead he finds nothing. Opening the gates to
heaven once more, the boy takes out another bagel and does the same
procedure. If only his parents were here he sighed. He could go out
and not watch the house. He could go outside carefree. Of course, he
does not mind looking after his little corqi puppy though. The boy
goes back to his room and throws himself under the covers. And then
he wakes up. It is 8:00 am and time to get up. It is a schoolday and
the boy has just experienced a dream within a dream many times. The
boy declares that those dreams were very varied. Variety is good for
a change. Without variety, life would be dull and boring with no
sense of creativeness. Individualism is what helps people create
things. And as an individual, the boy strives to do something of his
own. He dresses himself hurriedly and gathers his belongings. This
time when he walks into the kitchen, he is greeted by his mother’s
toast and eggs. Finishing his meal quickly, the boy feeds his puppy,
which is not fictional. He grabs his backpack an jumps off the
stairs. Then he wakes up in his bed again. How many times is this
going to happen the boy explains? He is sick and tired of these
dreams and cannot handle so many thoughts anymore. He grabs his
pillow from underneath his head and tries to strangle himself
without. To no avail, he remains lying there in his bed. It is still
Saturday so there is no school at least. Boy, he could do this all
day. Experience a dream, realistic or not, and wake up to only find
himself in another dream. The boy thinks back to about what may have
triggered such a thought process. The boy remembers that new viral
movie, Inception. Inception was a movie that circled around the idea
that you could put ideas into people while they are sleeping. Perhaps
all the boy has to do is travel to the deepest depths of his soul and
discard whatever is distracting him. Determined with a fresh mindset,
the boy stands upright and walks out of his room. Now going out the
house, he walks to the bank. Wouldn’t one want one’s deepest
secrets and ideas kept safely? He bursts through the doors of the
bank, leaps over the counter, and approaches the safe. Spouting
gibberish from his mouth, the boy opens the safe. Inside is dark. But
the boy goes in and grabs at whatever may lie in there. He grabs
nothing but a firm hand that he knows all too well. “Are you okay
honey?” The boy has truly woken up this time and finds his mom at
his bedside. The boy has been sick for over a week with a high fever,
chills, and coughs. He’s also had a terrible series of weird
dreams. Day and night his mom is by his bedside, worried sick about
his condition. In fact, the boy is so strangely ill that he is
residing in a hospital. He grips his mother’s warm hands with
whatever strength he can muster and asks to pull his mom closer. He
whispers to the usual “I’m hungry” “I’m tired” and
whatever more complaints he has. He then starts to describe his
dreams. He says that he was victorious and brave until the end. He
says that he gained wisdoms that he could never have in school life.
He said he was able to remember and enjoy the simple pleasures that
he has. He remembers the human functions that we have, from eating
food to making music. But most of all, he tells of the dream where he
saw his life in a series of TV screens. He recalls all his memories
clearly and lucidly. At this point, the boy’s mother has started to
cry and shouts for both the boy’s doctor and father. There is a
sudden rush and a mass of people come into the hospital room. They
start to move the boy out and to the operating room. But before he
lets go of his mother’s hand, he keeps her close to say some final
more words. “I love you mom”, and all becomes darkness. He is
engulfed by whatever thoughts his brain can generate and greedily
accepts his fate. [2,862 words for an hour:: 47.7 words per minute]
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second exercise::
second exercise::
Written
from 4:10 pm to 5:10pm, nov 25, 2011 Friday.]
Now his mind begins to meander around again, not unlike a stream
flowing freely down from an unknown mountain. In fact, he often
recalls stream of consciousness, a concept he finds quite intriguing,
though he tends to believe the human mind is more like a bog, or a
cauldron where there are myriads of bubbles of thoughts that keep
propping up and bursting all the time.
Am I
awake or daydreaming? I do not know, nor do I care, for being awake
is just another pain for many people on the earth. In places like
Africa, living is just a suffering and perhaps death or help from
countries is the only salvation. Daydreaming can also be suffering,
where a person who has just been traumatized may have a reoccurring
experience over and over… I’m positive I do not want to awake or
daydream. Instead I would like to have a higher existence: a
celestial being. It’s funny that I use this phrase because there is
an anime which I quite like that uses this particular phrase. In
Gundam 00, the group
of protagonists is recognized as “Celestial Being”, and is
somewhat of a terrorist group that is trying to unite the world by
having all nations team up against Celestial Being. As I was saying
earlier – oh, have I been talking to myself
again? Yes I always enjoy doing this, what I would call the enjoyment
of inner or spiritual freedom - the reason
why I do not care about being awake is that life is too restricted.
Every day one has chores to do and must follow the guidelines of
time. In my opinion, I believe that if mankind did not create this
measure of time, we would have as much time to do whatever we desire.
We are not restricted to one day, one week, or one year. After all,
many people often complain about the lack of sufficient time when the
problem is actually caused by our own doing. On the other hand, if we
had no measure of time, then our lives would be much more chaotic and
less successful. Daydreaming, in contrast, is a waste of time and is
simply a mass of useless thoughts to idle the brain. The brain is
like swiss clockwork; the more you use it, the better it becomes. And
vice versa, the less you use it, the more rusty it’ll become. I
find the human brain to be something incredibly amazing. It’s
probably the sole thing distinguishes humans from animals, but then
again, we only distinguish ourselves because we say so. In truth, we
are just the most sophisticated animals on the planet. Many recall
one of the greatest scientists of all time, Albert Einstein.
Researchers say that Einstein was only using around 15% of his brain
capacity while the rest of us are only using around 10%. Such a small
difference in numbers causes such a significant change in thinking
ability! I often think about the possibility of someone using 20%,
50%, or even 100% of their brain capacity. Surely the brains would
not explode? Of course, we are designed this way after all, so why
can we not us this 100%? It is simple; it all comes back to time.
With time, we can understand ourselves, our thoughts and our thinking
process. I’m sure in the future, scientists will be able to develop
a method with which anyone can become a genius. An opinion imposed on
me by my father, although I do agree, is that everyone is really more
or less the same in terms of intelligence. It is a matter of effort
and thinking. When I say thinking I do not necessarily mean brain
capacity, but rather just taking the time to think things thoroughly.
In this way, I am sure many failing students or C students will be
able to achieve more in life. Another major factor I believe is
extremely important for accomplishing something is motivation.
Recently in marketing we have learned about three motivational
theories which I find quite interesting. What really causes humans to
go out and do something? By definition, motivation is the biological,
emotional, rational and/or social force that activates a certain
behaviour to make a person to do something. In that order, I believe
the most basic motivation is biological. For example, our body tells
us that we are hungry, thirsty, or sick and so we do things that will
satisfy our body. Next we have emotional force. As a shopper, a
person will definitely engage in impulse buying, or see others engage
in impulse buying. They are not thinking things through when they
purchase products based on impulse; they purchase it because they
want it. Similarly, there are many times where people act out on
their emotions. A good instance is when a person protects a
significant other due to love. As for rational motivation, it is
about doing something because it is logical. For example, anyone can
relate to the path of education. People take part in education
because they will learn more things, have a brighter future, and be
more successful. This is simple logic, and one that everyone can
understand. So therefore, there are people trying to gain a decent
education. Social force can sometimes be a deadly force; often it is
the influence of others and can sometimes described as peer pressure.
Peers may pressure a person to study harder, play games, do drugs,
and to do many other things.
But
now I do not feel like talking anymore. Let’s move onto a different
topic shall we? Something that I have pro-longed interest all my life
is music. I am not really musical person so to say, because I do not
play any instruments, or play them well, and I do not know how to
dance our sing. But what really interests me about music is the
deeper meanings, the lyrical content, and the feelings being conveyed
to the listener. Recently I have started to listen the rap genre much
more and I feel that it is something I can do too. At school, I have
a small group of friends who hold “free style Fridays” which is
when you just rap whatever you have on your mind; in other words, you
free style it. With all this rap music flowing into my ears, I took
shot at writing lyrics, and to my surprise, my friends said that I
have potential and that my lyrics were pretty good. After that, I was
motivated to keep writing, to let this small potential to grow
further. I have written a full cover to a song, several other small
covers to instrumentals and sections of other songs. However, I have
never recorded because my voice poses a big problem. My “rapper
voice” often fluctuates and sometimes becomes incredibly dull and
fake. As for singing, my voice is much too deep. But hopefully in the
future, I want to record with my friends a small mixtape. I have some
really fun raps that I want to show off and put on the internet and
see what other people think. Of course there will be haters and
people who dislike my music but I won’t mind at all. I am an
amateur and it would be great to see what kind of feedback I get.
With this feedback I can continue to nurture my “rap talent” or I
can completely because it would be a waste of time. I think of this
of a fun and creative pastime, but I definitely do not wish to pursue
a rap career. A good opportunity is coming up at school since they
are holding a Churchill’s Got Talent. It’s basically a
competition where people display their various talents. Were I to
join with my friends, I wouldn’t be sure about the competition and
the expectations seeing that I have not observed last year’s
competition. But one of my friends can do very nice beat boxing and
the other is a much better rapper than I. Perhaps we can get together
in our free time a prepare for an audition; or not. Whatever happens
though, I will always love music, for it is something that almost
anyone can enjoy.
Now
I was supposed to have a stream of consciousness describing a collage
of memories. I’m not really interested in my memories, instead I am
much more interested in dreams. In the past,
I have had a reoccurring dream three times. The first time, I find
myself on a sandy park where on my left side there is the rooftop of
a building. First I head towards to the building and pick up various
coloured balls. Then I walk back to the beginning and the dream is
over. In the second dream, I avoid the rooftop and decide to walk on
the bridges of the park. I simply walk as I would do in real life. In
the distance I can see the setting sun. I walk straight and then take
a right turn and the dream is over. In the third version of the
dream, I do the same thing again except I keep walking and come upon
a door. I open the door and inside I find a white room with a table
and more doors. It looks like a integration room one would see in a
movie or TV show. And that’s where the dream stops and I never have
the dream again. I do not know if it is regular but I have had a few
dreams that occur twice over a long period of time. For example, I
had a dream, which I no longer recall, a few months ago and then just
a few days ago. It is strange and I cannot think of any significance
because I do not remember the dream anymore. I only remember that is
was the same. They say that dreams sometimes reflect the opposite
reality of your real life and I find this to be true. Often I have
wants or things to do that are completely opposite in my dreams.
People also say that flying in a plane or driving a car means that
you may be progressing or going somewhere in life. I often have these
kind of dreams but they bring no such fortune. I also have dreams
where I have the ability to think and control my actions to a limited
degree. Perhaps this is something a lot of people do not have. I
believe that many people see themselves in first person or third
person but feel like they are watching from afar and that they have
no controlling of their actions. However, I am able to think in my
dreams and move around a little bit. Usually there is no thinking in
dreams. Perhaps dreams are a reflection of a different dimension?
Another thing that really intrigues me is dimensions. Theoretically,
there are many options we choose from in life. Each option splits off
into a different timeline and that world follows from that decision.
For example, I have the choice between riding on friend’s car home
or another friend’s car home. From here, two dimensions will be
created. In one, I will have taken the first friend’s offer. In the
second, I would have taken the other friend’s offer. In these
worlds, everything may be extremely different. A small action can
change the world, just like the butterfly effect. I often think about
what would have happened were I to make a different decision? We
could try and see so far into the future but the future will just
keep changing. In theory, there could be infinite time lines because
there are infinite possibilities, and that is truly amazing. If one
could just imagine it visually: one line dividing into two lines and
then four lines and finally sprouting an infinite mass of lines
spreading all over an infinite black map.
What
is even more interesting is extraterrestrial life. Often I read up on
government conspiracies or simple space observations. Do we really
have alien abductions? Do we have aliens and their weapons in Area 51
in the United States? I would love to journey to an alien planet, or
just into space itself. Some people say that it is dangerous for
mankind to have alien contact because they may try to colonize our
planet. I hope this is not so, because a war against aliens would
certainly mean death for. If they are able to travel through space,
their technology must be incredible. At the moment, we are still
using missiles and nuclear weapons. Who knows what extraterrestrial
beings are using for weapons? They could have laser cannons, mini
black hole generators, teleportation devices and various things that
can annihilate our civilization into smithereens. By then, will we
still see them as celestial beings?
Now
I begin to restart my thinking engine and take a different route.
I remember in my childhood where I used to run in the back alley with
my Caucasian friends and scavenge raspberries from someone’s bush.
I also remember that I would get nosebleeds so I could not go outside
anymore. During my childhood there were not many fun things which I
could do so I had to go to other people’s houses to enjoy some of
their fun activites. I do regret though not developing good study
methods earlier. I did not really care about school until grade
seven. I remember it clearly, when I actually started doing homework
and studying for quizzes and tests. School was so easy to me because
all I had to do is try. I had much more earlier opportunities to make
my school record look nice but I did not bother. I also remember the
deep regret and disappointment when I found that I was two percent
away from principal’s list. It would have been one of my greatest
achievements. Although is not a very nice or
descriptive collage of memories, I am
remembering what has left a deep impression on me. I also regret not
developing any hobbies when I was young. When I was young, I had
never heard or seen dancing or b-boying, or even learning how to sing
properly. Now that I want to, it is too late and I cannot. Finding
about these things now makes me angry and regretful. Why did I know
about these things earlier? There is a voice screaming in my head and
deep greedy desire to learn and master these things. I have no
particular skills that dazzle people and that makes me feel
insignificant and useless. But now, I have rap, and I won’t give
that up unless I have to. It’s fun to throw out metaphors and
rhymes, to make references to things people know or do not know
about. It’s also fun to loose yourself in the music and let
whatever words come to your mind flow right out. How often is it in
society when a person can speak whatever’s on his mind? The answer
is almost never. Society gives us restrictions and guidelines we must
follow. We must speak to please and to understand. In rap, I enjoy
being able to talk things that I would not talk about otherwise.
Sometimes I gain inspiration from what other people say, sing or rap
about. I love taking the time to write it out and then rapping it
against the beat. It is a form of poetry I like to think although not
as complicated and beautiful. Rap is much more simple but at times
can convey much more feeling. My friend has taken up producing beats
that we can listen to. He’s also got a decent amount of knowledge
about making music so in the future I really hope that my friends and
I can do a successful collaboration. Unfortunately, none of us of a
good microphone for recording so I hope we can find one we can use.
One my friend’s has one but seeing that he probably won’t be a
part of our collaboration means that he is less likely to lend it to
us. I think that with practice and time I can overcome my bad rapper
voice because I would definitely not enjoy being a ghost rapper. You
write things you want to tell the world, but only to have other
people say it. There’s really no point in such a thing. In recent
times, I have started to slowly listen to more genres of music
including rap, r&b, and hip hop. I usually do not listen to
western music but now I have started to sample some of that too.
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