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A common ground of holy communion, congregations flock to worship at the idol of good taste.
“The Kingdom of Heaven is Within You.”
Red lights reflect black bands and digital counters tally up a score of numbers, referencing a catalog of vestments. Technology seamlessly garbed with impulsive comfort.
We pay for the privilege.
Sacrificing our time, our very lives, to better impress our peers.
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The City is a structure raised upon our human territories. A design of perfect order upon ancient hunting and foraging trails. Picket fences divide homes, blocks neighborhoods, districts counties. Gangs fight for empires and Senators for influence.
Grey scabs on the lush surface of the planet.
Citizens skirt infinity. Accelerating, then stopping. Light speed.
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Asphalt streets have paved over what was once a rich valley of verdant orchards. A land ripe for harvest is now fed with estuaries of innovation, the unstoppable tide of progress. Apple plantations and the intangible fruits of our labor. Here in the Silicon City we prefer our laborers from West of the border, importing Indians to our native America.
Rivers of death criss-crossing the valley.
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“I called the county number and all they acted was, like, retard, on the phone.”
-overheard in the library, spoken by a man with tattoos on his neck and knuckles
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
