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“Everything’s gone. I’m alone. Where are you.”
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“stay calm. They are just behind the dark. We’re entering the abstract.”
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Aug 08, 2018
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ous. And nobody can tell the difference.
(-)burgs and (-)villes across, war has become unbearable. months have been crammed into days, the same cycle of erasure and restart treating those subjected to it like machines, the times expecting them to perpetuate miserable cycles that Camus would find abhorrent.
In ten years, the streets will be clear again, and reparations will be made. Mistakes will be acknowledged, and people will try to live lives again. Some will seek counterjustice, some still will try to pretend that the dead were never alive. Some still will forget entirely. This is not about them. Among the statistics, tens upon tens upon tens of lives were wasted, two points in that graph, will have attempted to take their passing into their own hands.
in a phrase, they've abstracted. (in their native Filipino, gone for lost)
Had they waited longer, they would've woken up to a bright, sunny day today. They would've had their morning coffee, would've laughed together.
All they've left was this screen, spitting out words and ideas, all they've ever had.
Had they waited longer, they would have continued to be the mean instead of the minority, melding into the flow, having never laid bare their ideas for anyone who would listen.
(-)burgs and (-)villes across, war has become unbearable. months have been crammed into days, the same cycle of erasure and restart treating those subjected to it like machines, the times expecting them to perpetuate miserable cycles that Camus would find abhorrent.
In ten years, the streets will be clear again, and reparations will be made. Mistakes will be acknowledged, and people will try to live lives again. Some will seek counterjustice, some still will try to pretend that the dead were never alive. Some still will forget entirely. This is not about them. Among the statistics, tens upon tens upon tens of lives were wasted, two points in that graph, will have attempted to take their passing into their own hands.
in a phrase, they've abstracted. (in their native Filipino, gone for lost)
Had they waited longer, they would've woken up to a bright, sunny day today. They would've had their morning coffee, would've laughed together.
All they've left was this screen, spitting out words and ideas, all they've ever had.
Had they waited longer, they would have continued to be the mean instead of the minority, melding into the flow, having never laid bare their ideas for anyone who would listen.
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