He said: "Let me entertain you, even though I can't remember why I should or who you are and how did we get here anyway? And you don't know either, do you? But the fact is that we are here now and so might as well make the best of it, don't you think? The sky is blue, the water is warm, we are seated. So, let us begin. I'll go first. There is no other here, but here and no other now but now: Kafka, in his unfinished book "Amerika", tells of a man, Karl, who is a bit of a screw up. He can't get it right. Of course, who could blame him? He was'nt from here. He was from elsewhere. But, in the story, he needs a job, and he finds one at "The Nature Theatre of Oklahoma" and it suits him. The Theatre is full of angels blowing horns and interesting people who are happy and well fed. At the end of the story, everyone gets on a train and the train rides off into the sunset and that's as far as the story goes. We don't know the end, because it was never written, or it was forgotten. So, we don't know the ending. And, you know what? That's my story exactly. That's just the way it is for me, too."

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