"The universe was once conceived as a vast preserve, landscaped for heroes, plotted to provide them with appropriate adventures. The rules were known and respected, the adversaries honorable, the oracles articulate. Today the rules are ambiguous, the adversary is concealed in aliases, the oracles broadcast a babble of contradictions. One struggles to preserve, in the midst of such relentless metamorphosis, a constancy of personal identity." (Maya Deren)
when i touch my cats the electricity in the air makes the speakers chirp
i can't seem to stay intoxicated enough
there is a song playing behind the wall
and somebody
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