Our etceteras do indeed own. 결국 부조리함은 우리의 다양한 접근 방식 속에 정확히 자리 잡고 있지 않나요? Willing future cadavers that we are, tossing off poems, getting each time no closer to what fatefully or perhaps just finally is just what it is ourselves, merrily at it, that thing we are.