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Occasionally, my friends will say something to me something along the lines of “where is Trashberg?” or “why is there no Trashberg?” or “have you succumbed to the sweet allure of death?” Occasionally, I will reply with an attempt at an explanation. After a while, my friends began collecting these responses in a spreadsheet—all of which, I would just lik…