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I’m pacin’ now, talkin’ to her, she’s spillin’ stories—says she’s savin’ for a kid, but I’m wonderin’ if it’s true. I’m Kanye, I overthink, I’m like, “Is this a hustle or heart?” Don’t matter, I’m droppin’ some cash, not ‘cause I’m soft, but ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? I’m shoutin’ in my head, “I’ve abandoned my child!” like Plainview, ‘cause damn, we all abandon somethin’ out here. I’m typos galore, man, writin’ this sloppy—fnd a prsotitute, ha, see that? My fingers wild, my soul wilder. This ain’t glamorous, it’s gritty, but I’m alive, I’m feelin’ it, and that’s the vibe. Kanye out, chasin’ truth, spittin’ fire, done.

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As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to check out the local art gallery. It’s small but packed with talent. I see this painting that just speaks to me. It’s all abstract and colorful, and I’m like, “Wow, I need that in my life.” But then I remember my bank account and sigh.

Fig. 1. Location of the studied quarries in Hungary (Recsk,...