It was a perfect send off. The lights, music, and people molded an unforgettable ethereal atmosphere. Moments like this carry so much weight they impact the courses of our lives. To think this life changing moment stemmed from something as simple as the love of a rhythm game makes me wonder if any small moments are as dull as they seem.
Growing older has made me realize that nothing can be written off as insignificant. Professional competitions showcase why every small detail matters. Victories are made by collection of small events, they may snowball into a much larger advantage for one party, but the most exciting competitions are those that are neck and neck. If small aspects matter this much in games like basketball, football, and lacrosse imagine the impact that small decisions make on your life everyday.
Great Waves are Made Up of Tiny Drops
The butterfly effect is the closest word I can use describe such a phenomenon. Whole new universes are created when you make decisions, even thinking of the possibility makes it real somewhere out there in the multiverse. Although this thinking is radical, just think that life is strange as it is. Humans are a group of evolved monkeys that go around in metal boxes with wings or wheels. Wasn’t there a time when you had a dream feel so real, for me I’m trying to blur the line between my dreams from reality. They have already proved that one particle can be in two places at the same time, it’s only a matter of time before we unlock the keys to the world we live in.
Sometime the stars align and it seems the whole Universe was made just for us
Life
It’s Just A Game
Many great minds such as Shakespeare, Alan Watts, and Charlie Chaplin have called life a play, or a drama. The phrase “life is a dream” has been seen and rendered in so many ways at this point. As time passes ideas evolve and change to suit a new audience and a new generation. So I’d like to suggest that life is more like a spontaneous adventure game. Like a grand MMO that we are all playing together. There is also evidence that places binary code within the reality we live everyday.
Thinking of life as a game brought me to darkness of existential depression. If life was a game after all, than why did anything matter at all. With every character and moment meeting an eventual end, melancholy colors everything. It has taken much time and thinking, but the idea of death and impermanence is more freeing than restrictive.
Death Inspires Me Like a Dog Inspires A Rabbit – 21 Pilots
The idea of passing moments allows things of an ordinary nature to be transformed into precious moments. Dinners with family, practice everyday after school, or the endless hours you spend gaming with your friends turn into dreams of different days. The rarity of those feelings you chase turn soil into diamonds in a sense. Accepting the fact that we can’t get out of this game alive should quiet the voice of fear in the back of the mind. All the small fears that we face everyday should be lifted, as all those embarrassing mistakes and failures eventually pass. Knowing that death will take me one day encourages me to act, because if I had all the time in the world to procrastinate would I even act at all?
Contrast
In that darkness that the light of what life could be glimmered before my eyes. Joe Rogan states that you should be the hero in your own movie, so I started to dream of a bigger and better life for myself. From this point I started to be the author of my own interactive story game. I thought of life as a Visual Novel, because in many visual novels you end up making some seemingly meaningless decisions that change the rest of the story. For the fist time I thought that maybe life could hinge on small decisions and actions that you make everyday. Maybe all those little details I glossed over growing up made a big impact on my life. The name of my light novel is yet to be determined, but I’m glad I started to take responsibility for the course my life is going on.
Looking forward to the new game plus mode, reloading old save points, or Maybe I’ll get to make a new character.
One of Those Seemingly Pointless Decisions
Osu! is a rhythm game with circles, scores, and multipliers that I used to play before, after, and in-between League of Legends games. The only impact I thought it would make on my life was becoming a professional gamer or getting bad grades in college. Unknown to me at the time downloading this game would start a chain of events that had nothing to do with clicking circles. I normally played anime themes, but my friend John had me download a map called Open Window. Things I liked including deep bass, vocals, and syncopated drums were familiar to my ears, but the song had another layer. Soft, sweet, emotional melodies float and dance with the raw power giving a unique balance and texture. It was like hearing for the first time again, my whole mental image of the future was transformed.
It was a Good Thing I Was a LooseR
Insecurity and self image issues kept me inside of my little dorm so I can count the number of times I went to parties on one hand. My free time(and time that wasn’t supposed to be free) was spent playing games with on music on in the background. Not to say that everyone to enjoys their time in the same way, but I wish that I had taken more risks and met more people. Blackmill and MrSuicideSheep‘s featured artists had music on YouTube. One to two hour mixes that allow seamless transitions from song to song are perfect for gaming. YouTube is also the place where I first saw Ilya Kuvshinov’s art, but that’s another story. Since League can get frustrating from time to time I picked up some other hobbies that I could do sitting behind a computer.
Something Deep Down Was Telling Me
I started drawing because I wanted to work in the game industry, there is a lot of art involved. Why I started making music? It’s not something even I can articulate, there was something deep down that told me it was something I should do. As a kid I’d dreamed of being like Micheal Jackson, or to rock the world as part of a band. It was hard for me to get around those pesky insecurities involving meeting people, my guitar skills were sub par, and playing in-front of a live audience would be torture. Although making anything and putting it on display makes the creator vulnerable, I felt safe behind my computer monitors.
Burning Rubber
Fast forward two years my over-conscious self awareness led to self hate. Those feelings stemmed from my shortcomings, which I could keep adding to as the years went on. That period was a dark hole so deep that no light could be seen from the bottom of it. I was comparing myself to other musicians, artists, and other people you could find online. It was hard to feel good about myself when I didn’t have anything good going for me. The way my music sounded, my art, and looking in the mirror repulsed me. The world was this cruel unfair place that didn’t give a shit about poor little me.
I tried so hard to get good at League of Legends and content producing trying to be able to make a living off of it. It really hurt that nothing came out of all the hard work I was putting in. The same sort of pain I had felt when I tore my ACL in high school, which is ironic because I tore my ACL again playing basketball, which was the sport I got cut from in highschool. Tears welled up inide as the stinging sensation of salt on a wound reopened. It wasn’t all bad because I spent sometime with my family who had visited me due to the injury. The mistake I made was to smile and pretend that everything was going okay. I should have told them that I was feeling upset, due to the injury, I had wanted to play Lacrosse and sports again like I used to. Even after the first injury had been surgically repaired it hadn’t felt the same, it was going to be a lot harder after the second repair to feel good about myself.
Especially when I could see people from my high school playing sports and being successful, my story on the other hand was one failure after the next. I was unable to turn things I loved into my living. Frustrated with existence, God, the universe I wanted to give up on everything. I cursed at the skies, became bitter and withdrawn from everyone important to me in my life. vZ
All I wanted was to be good at fucking videogames. . . is that so much to ask from the world. . .all these other assholes are doing it so why can’t I Why can’t that be me. . . what am I doing wrong
Doing all that while trying to balance that with all the credits I took left me with nothing. My endeavors failed and my grades were shit, which made me feel worse about myself. Going to class where I was one of the worst students lowered my self worth. In every direction I turned people just seeming to have magic that I couldn’t grasp. Like they had everything figured out and I was just lost. Was there anyone who felt as lost and broken as I? Motivation for school dropped to the lowest it had been in my entire life. Wasn’t the point of going to college to get a good paying job that you liked doing?
After graduating it seemed like the only choice was to get a job that killed you on the inside. Your body and your loan would be taken care of, but your spirit would be crushed in the process. The nightmare of living a nine to five I hated was becoming more real. For years I watched my parents sweat over a nine to five and do nothing but complain and bicker. What had happened to the gleam in their eye they had in their youth when they could chase their own dreams. Instead they were working jobs they didn’t like fighting over things like money, they couldn’t even choose a place to eat without lashing out at one another. The main jailer who had placed them behind those bars was me(well and my other siblings hehe sorry to throw you under that bus). I felt responsible for extinguishing the flame that once burned beneath them. They weren’t even happy together. I was a burden, leech, or parasite just living off them as they tried to give me a better life.
The Sins of Our Fathers
I was feeling burned out before I had even graduated college, I wasn’t getting good sleep, because I didn’t want my habit of gaming to reflect on my body I went to the gym a decent amount of times, the workload of dream chasing, and finally the college courses left me at the end of my rope. My usual methods of coping which included my hobbies were frustrating me more than helping. In my depression looking for anything to numb the pain I chose to self medicate. Marijuana probably made my problems worse. If playing games was running from reality, getting high was completely breaking the walls and escaping.
My drug of choice was the good ol’ kush, the green grass, the devils lettuce, me being the “dank memelord I was”. Knowing the adverse effects of inhaling burning matter my choice was to eat it through brownies, and even try my hand at selling edibles. You can guess how great that turned out. I’m not that wealthy and good dealers don’t use, I learned that in American Gangster. Using that method I was shielded from the effects of smoking due to T.H.C. being processed in the liver the high was longer and stronger.
I made a mistake and I’m not proud of it, but I remember when I it hit me the pain wasn’t the only thing that vanished I seemed to disappear from myself. My whole worldview was altered and changed as a result. Thinking of crazy new ideas my whole way of thinking had shifted. The world of ethereal dreams and possibilities opened up. Time dissolved, seconds became minutes, minutes to hours it all blended together. I watched anime, made music, drew, and played games. All of which became fun and novel again. Perhaps I was fooling myself into thinking that weed made me more creative or enhanced my performance.
I did take the time to researched adverse effects, but it was hard to find conclusive studies due to the lack of proper research. In my current wisdom I’ve realized perhaps google was only showing me what I wanted to see. Google takes into account age, gender, and all sorts of other variables during searches. Maybe it was only showing me information that I agreed with. This is when I started to distrust any information that I was able to find online knowing that there is always an agenda behind a piece of written material.
The God Complex
After seeing the world through an altered lens I was beginning to question the very fabric of what was real or fake. I delved into philosophy, religion, and searched for the meaning of existence itself. What was life, death, dreams, why life was the way it was. Why did things occur in the way that they did. So many emotions streaming like a river that’s overflowed at the banks. I thought if other people are able to make a living doing things they enjoy it will eventually happen to me.
I wanted to know why I was alive, as Alan Watts said “I tried to get one up on the universe”. Not being able to find any answers left me empty and hollow, a shell of my past self. This deep sense of existential dread made me turn my back on everyone and everything. My aspirations, my religion, my friends, my family I pushed them all out of my life. I thought all of this was temporary what was the point would have to let them go eventually.
The Plan
I thought of the ultimate way to outsmart god, the universe, existence or however you want to say it by thinking was the answer to everything. Philosophically it made sense, ending my own suffering, finally learning what happens after death, and whether or not there was meaning in life. As a scientist it would be the ultimate experiment. Darkness lead me to a plan consisting of painkillers, which I had a full prescription of due to my second acl surgery but never used, and alcohol. The plan was to die a painless and peaceful death akin to sleep. There were many nights where I came close, but the thought of my room mates, my sisters, and parents learning of the news stopped me. Even though I wouldn’t be around deal with the consequences, I didn’t want to make anyone else suffer. Also the thought of infinite suffering in hell if god was real didn’t sound appealing either, but if you ask me that only makes god an asshole if he kicks the people that are down already.
Becoming Human Again
I don’t know what made me seek counseling, but I finally made my way into the mental health facilities on campus and attended counseling. I still remember the name of my counselor who was in training at the time, his name was Ben. I sat down and opened up to someone for the first time in years. My heart was so cold and black that it took awhile to thaw out. The feelings from years of silent suffering that started trickling out of my heart eventually gush all out. The feelings involving my family situation, my eczema, allergies, and all sorts of toxic matter just came out. The semester was winding down and I was failing almost every class. But there was one reason to keep waking up everyday, going to counseling was something I looked forward to.
I remember thinking that failing those semesters would be the end of the world, my parents were disappointed yes, but more than anything they were happy I was alright. My smother nature nature of a mom even came out and did a couple of therapy sessions with me, which continued for a little bit even during school breaks. After I was able to open up to a complete stranger like Ben, my friendship with my best friend and room mate Sean became more open as well. I stopped holding everyone in my life at arm length and started to get comfortable with being myself in front of a select group of people. Becoming more comfortable with myself did have drawbacks as I have done some cringe worthy embarrassing things
Be Humble. . .
When I made this mistake in my life, it made me forgive my dad for so many things that I had held against him over the years . I thought of myself and realized my father and I were one in the same. I really imagined seeing the world through his eyes. Although I’m not proud of my past drug use, because of my transgression I have become way more patient, accepting, and empathetic to others and their current situations. Seeing the world differently had made me realize that everyone is more the same than different. The interesting thing Is I had learned this in psychology classes during high school and college. That people were more or less the same and things often come down to their environment and upbringing. After falling down into hell I had a more whole view of the world.
Like great pictures like the world needs contrast, it would be boring without contrast and conflict. Good stories, which my life is hopefully interesting enough to be need falls and failures to keep the story interesting. People like underdogs, just think of David and Goliath. My story is a lot more interesting now, and I am glad I had a loving family to support me after my fall. Just think out of the 40 some kids in my sophomore Japanese class the kid who got a C and went on to fail two semesters of language study is the one living here( manage to get an A and 2 B plus grades though). Don’t give up friends, I’m still working on my other dreams
Song Bird Tweets
Due to the disaster that was last semester, my summer break was going to be a short one this year. Summer classes had left me with only a month to “enjoy my youth” The month was filled with counseling, thinking, and ungodly amounts of time on my computer. Considering what I had just been through, my internet time was a bit of a hot topic at home. The time I spent on the internet gave me just enough joy to prevent me from slipping into the dark hole that I just climbed out of. I was surfing through my twitter looking through anime pictures like usual when I saw a tweet that caught my eye.
Being as lucky as I am the concert was within the last week I was in town, as I would leave for college on Friday. Due to my shy nature, but mostly the events that had just occurred in my life, I was apprehensive about going. It would be the EDM sort of thing I would go to, and also my first time at a Nightclub. Although I loved Open Window and Born I was still pretty clueless about EDM and all of Mitis’s other songs. But I ended up buying the ticket, which was ten bucks or so. Ten bucks being a big investment for a broke college kid as myself I started listening to his sound cloud in my off time. Just coming out of my punk rock angst phase I wasn’t entirely sold on EDM(despite beginning to produce it), but I had invested ten dollars so I was going.
That Moment That Eats At You For Two Years
Me being the square that I am got to the venue at nine thirty when the event didn’t start till 10. . . and that was when the first opener came on. I was pretty much at the front of the line, when I heard people talking about MitiS all around me, but I couldn’t really say anything because I was really super new to the scene, and still a little hermit crab out of the ocean. Being quiet was able to notice Joe(MitiS’s real name) quietly exit the venue for a smoke break with one of the Kicks and Licks members. Leaning over to my friend Travis who I had dragged along “That’s him I think”. In my head I had wanted to walk over and introduce myself.
“Hey My Name Is Marco because of you I make electronic music too, this is my first time coming to a concert.”
The only thing I heard was the sound of burning Tobacco and the sound of a faint conversation. A minute passed as smoke slowly drifted into the night sky. Each drag seemingly longer as the small stick got shorter and shorter. Another minute passed and what was once a cigarette was flicked and discarded into the grungy Seattle street. I wasn’t able to take my eyes of the pair as they continued chatting away. My eyes and glances were locked into that direction as my fear and courage wrestled with each other. I looked down and took a deep breath determined to embarrass myself I looked up only to see the door they were standing by close. It wasn’t only the cigarette that had burned up in that five minutes, but also the opportunity to introduce myself. It was hard to swallow, especially when I had come so close, the decision to let fear win that night made me want to change.
If The Universe Ever Grants Me Another Opportunity to Introduce Myself I Won’t Let It Slip
It’s A Beautiful Life
@MitisOfficial lighting it up thanks for the great show teach me sometime pic.twitter.com/7XuTpkoDfJ
— Marco Harris マルコ in Japan (@Laidbackmarco) August 18, 2016
It’s one thing to listen to a song on a really nice pair of headphones, and if you normally use those small little buds ditch those things. Earbuds are not only bad for your hearing, but more importantly to me the sound quality really blows. The sound is all treble end everything kind of just bleeds together into one mush of a sound. Taking that to the next level being able to dance with the music as you feel it bless your ears and body is another thing. It was like the whole world was dancing with me as other people would move and jump to the rhythm. I once again disappeared from my self and began to dance and express myself, I again got out of my own way. This time there wasn’t a need for drugs to do it. The dark atmosphere made me forget that I even had eczema.
It was like so many doors had opened in my life, I didn’t know what I exactly what I wanted to do, but there was hope again. I wanted to make people the same way, allowing them to forget about their worries, dance, and have fun. How I was going to do that I still didn’t know, but I would make it happen. Whether it was through Djing, Music, Gaming, or something else I wanted to make people happy. The reason I had been searching for had come to me in an instant, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I would pursue it. I had discovered a new genre in EDM and gained two new favorite songs Beautiful Life and Forever. I later gained another artist for inspiration as MaHi‘s music was also introduced to me in that night
You can hear the same mix that changed my life here.
The Game Planted A Seed That Grew
The next year I bought both a launchpad(still working on figuring out how to incorporate that into my performance) and a DJ mixer. I spent my time not playing games to understand Electronic Music Production making more songs as I puttered along. Although it didn’t feel like my artistic pursuits were making any traction, this time I put my head down and powered through all those negative thoughts. The next two years of college I took more and more risks, incorporating my music production into my school projects. The knowledge I had gained making music also helped with sound quality for my visual projects as well. The ultimate form of putting it out there came when I performed on stage multiple times via open mics, playing my song for a small audience, and finally participating in a freestyle rap battle.
The last time I was on stage was when I graduated, was it only me who felt more fear and regret upon walking across that stage? There were other students who already had experience DJing in front of real crowds while all I had accomplished was turning some knobs in my room. That didn’t stop me from blasting it in my bedroom to continue trying to improve so my first time DJing wasn’t a disaster.
Leaving The Bedroom Behind
My first time playing out was a disaster. . . at least it started that way. I played on studio monitors commiting DJ sin number one, number two I played another DJ’s mix to get the group dancing. The tide turned when I had played the good old classic Cupid Shuffle mixing that into other dance songs I enjoyed. When the night came to a close I ended with a freestyle session that I had put on using instrumentals and rapping about my situation. It was silly but a rapped about playing league of legends, liking asian girls, my ghetto home, for the first time in so long I was honestly expressing myself with no shame. People were having great time, passing the mic around the room I allowed others to do the same. (below is a sample of what it might of been like haha)
from Tacoma, the two five three
saw another world smoking that green
a dream a vision
I see from my mind
I come from the dome
the Master of time
deep desire I breathe from my chest
cute Japanese girls I think they the best
I’m a teacher now now here’s a new lesson
free style rap is honest expression
when I kick back I’m playing league of legends
That event was for North Seattle Community College’s International Students Spring Bash, it was actually really lucky to get that gig in the first place. My luck allowed my first time DJing out to be surrounded by pretty girls in glamorous dresses, that’s coming a long way from someone who practiced in front of anime posters and figurines. With that event under my belt, it was the first time I had been paid for a musical venture in my life. My prize for playing 50 bucks for a couple hours, a thank you letter, and the last thing which I have still pinned to my wall with the letter a 10 dollar tip. The first ten dollars I had made with any creative work in my life ever. I kept the note right next to the foundation poster I had ripped of the street in Seattle. The poster that reminded me that I wanted to play in the same spot that my hero had. It was one step closer to being able to open for MitiS, a new dream of mine.
Small Things
The event felt so magic to me that it was hard for me to believe it had even happened. It was really hard for me to come live in reality after something like that, but I found my small time in that dream space made me exist in the real world slightly differently. I had gotten some jobs locally to save up for my big move to Japan. It was odd but I had started to incorporate music into my everyday life singing while I worked, making melodies while I walked, around while performing tasks. The apathetic mask that hid behind was starting to crack, my past of watching too many Disney films had caught up with me. It was a subtle difference, but I noticed I started smiling more, I still listened way more than I spoke, but I opened up that little bit more.
Even that small opening in my armor allowed me to feel again, I told my best friend what I honestly thought of my Japan journey. That I was scared and my fears of realizing one of the dreams I harbored for such a long time. I was able to tell strangers about my hobbies without feeling any shame for them, which led me to make friends with two other DJs and had me going to two more EDM events. Opening up allowed me to feel love again from a girl I had known and my family. To my surprise I had my first kiss at the age of 23, the girl coerced out of me that I watched a certain kind of Anime occasionally, but despite that we were still friends. Sure things might not have worked out, but did that mean it was not worth experiencing in the first place?
A New Year
The year end is a good time to look back after 2017, I thought of how much I changed not only within that year, but throughout my whole series in college. My musical journey had started with a simple rhythm game, and I had gained a DJ hero out of it. Resolution was something that I had so much fun with, but Christmas season also granted a new MitiS song called Moments. Which tells the story of how there are certain magical moments change our lives and keep us chasing our dreams.
The song starts off with some guitar, which for some reason I thought would always be separate from the kind of music I was producing. Maybe there was room for me to still improve as a guitarist in life? Playing guitar was something I almost gave up on. I found something else to keep pushing me to improve in the form of misfortune. It turns out I’m not the only one who had experienced the feeling of working towards something for nothing.
The album had come from the ashes of another one. The origianl debut album was nearing completion when the hard drive on his computer crashed, leaving him with nothing. All that hard work and love he had poured into it had vanished in a mere instant. I thought to myself, would I be able to pick myself up after something that devastating had occurred? The new album had shared the same feelings I had about my hard work leading me nowhere, but MitiS persevered through it and came out with something beautiful. How could I quit after my hero kept going?
A Tour??
The new year also brought speculation of a new tour to go along with his new album, but it was almost time for me to go live a new life in new country. My plane ticket for my flight to Japan would be on March 10th. Along with the new album news about the tour was being teased one social media message at a time. Following MitiS on all mediums possible, I was getting nervous because I knew the tour and my flight would occur around the same time. February is not usually a month of good luck for me, but the tweet I had seen on February first had made my whole month.
MitiS tour was starting in my home town on the day before I was going to be leaving. Having come such a long way form the shy introvert who had gone to that show two years ago, I did something that is a little out of character for me. Inviting people to an event is what I normally do, but I wanted to share what I loved with my friends. On top of that it would be one epic last goodbye party.
DJ Hero
I had known that technology could be a powerful tool, but to go from playing a game to meeting the amazing person who made the music is a surreal experience. It would be like playing guitar hero and then going to one of Slash’s concerts. It’s also strange that someone who has almost no influence such as me can contact MitiS via social media. I do understand that MitiS’s social media must be flooded with notifications, but it always makes my day if I get a reply. Having been the person who gave me a dream to chase I wanted to so my appreciation so I drew MitiS a chibi. I also wanted to pursue my dream of joining his Label, born records. Putting my best songs on a USB stick, they still need a lot of polish, I wanted to show that I had potential as a songwriter and DJ so I did the thing that scared me the most. The universe had given me a second chance to meet my hero, and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
The night of the event had several of my friends and even my sister, who doesn’t really like EDM, meeting at the venue. It was impossible for me to have a bad time with the good music and people around me. The same feeling I had felt two years prior of getting out of my way and enjoying myself flooded me again. When you’re being genuine to yourself and having fun, it’s hard not to make new friends. All that time I spent practicing my dance moves had me shuffling and top rocking all over the place to the beat, the whole time carrying a drawing I had made. No doubt it looked odd for someone to be dancing around with a piece of paper, but I was an irregularity anyhow.
Walking Through The Door To Your Dreams
As the night progressed I found myself being drawn closer and closer to the front, right by the stage. I was able to make it to the front rail at resolution not to mention my first MitiS concert I had ended up there somehow. Being at the front was just as fun as I always thought it would be, there are people forming these little dance groups and circles and everyone can have their moment in the light. At the time many of the tracks were unreleased so the unveiling of them was something out of this world. The magic of escaping the grasp of time came to a close with the last song. I didn’t want there to be a last song and neither did the crowed as we called for an encore, but our prayers wouldn’t be answered.(MitiS had another show the next day).
A line started forming and the moment I had been waiting two years for was about to happen. It was a moment that I have to look at pictures to even believe it happened, like I was floating on air. The front of the line drew closer and closer with each flash. Blood in my veins seemed to coagulate as I could feel every beat of my heart. My friends were so nice that they let me go up alone. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward to meet one of the biggest influences in my life. This person who I had looked up to was standing right in front of me, what was I going to say?
It probably didn’t come out as cleanly as this writing, but I tried to honestly express that my life was saved by the music. How I had gained a purpose and it really did change my life. When I gave him the drawing and the usb stick of “shitty songs” as I called it I was so scared that he would think it was stupid and turn it away, but he the response was a smile.
“Ah wow you drew this”
To tell someone that they saved your life is a lot of weight to put on someone shoulders, I almost feel bad for saying it, but it is really the truth. After meeting Joe in person all I can say is the idols you place on a pedestal are just as human as you, more similar than different. The kindness that was shown to me in that short minute is something that will never leave my memory. A memory that pushes me to keep making shitty songs and bad drawings to continue to change the world for the better.
To think that a moment like this started from something as small as playing a simple game.
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