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oh gosh, it's 11:30 and I should be asleep in bed. Kakashi is a few feet away on the floor, pretending to sleep, and wondering what is so important that his roommate had to jump out of bed, disturb a quiet room by rustling his glasses off the shelf and shuffling his laptop out of his bag and tripping over his shoes and opening the laptop on his bed and filling the room with bright white light from the Apple symbol on the case. Blasted roommate. Ow.

All because said roommate had a thought about the view of the mountains and the sunset he got, up on the freeway across the arroyo. It was a oil-painted desert quiescent through the buffeting visor, and such views should really make one's day, instead of being taken for granted. Why do we take all this simple stuff for granted and then complain that life has no beauty? Do we not condemn ourselves to our own hell of pragmatism and economy?