Cut and Paste, Start Again

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11/12/ 2002

This building embodies the oppressive feeling i've always equated with living in the city, the vague notion that you've woken up in a strangers nightmare, and the only way out of the maze of indecipherable symbols, is sleep .
I'm not alone on this one.

Question of the day, where is popular opinion populated?
We find no trace amongst ourselves as we finally find the courage to hash out the issues in the classroom.
Professor wants to know: As a modern day dante, who are you putting away in l'inferno?
Wild laughter from all, "Better question, who wouldn't we?".
A veil of ignorance is drawn from sea to shining sea, and who are we to peek?
The enemy is closing in, our knee's knocking we give in,
the artist as socio-political commentator recognizes he is voiceless.
Her eyes welled up and she held her head in her hands as she whispered to us:
In my long life, I keep waiting for some proof that backs up this theory that we are evolving as a species, but all I see is repetition...
The power hungry struggle with one another atop the backs of the masses, who remain voluntarily ignorant no matter how much information is made available to them. And somewhere further down are the prophets the philosophers the poets... the artists of the mind, trying to make sense of the world they live in, trying to direct it's people towards sanity.
The longer I live, the fewer people I meet who are even willing to listen.

10:23 - 10 January 2008

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