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the people swarm like ants that’s what they say, isn’t it? but they’re not like ants at all, really. ants have a purpose, a structure they scrabble across the pavement as the sun beats down with a common goal carrying huge leaves between them thousands of times their weight nor are people like wildebeest who stampede wildly across the plains: LIONS! RUN! their purpose is logical their goal is survival but people people swarm in great swarthy swathes sweating their way through the summer slipping and shivering their way through the snow there are so many of them, and their goals are so individual so complex not for them the ingrained logical processions not for them the sole desperate stampede away from danger no. they have a society have a culture and wrapped in the cloaks of their conforms and their norms they slither through the daylight take up the space around them give no heed to how they’re filling it or who must take it next. it’s why i like the early mornings and the late night times when the world is empty barren silent and pure untainted by the congestion of the day.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
ants
the people swarm like ants that’s what they say, isn’t it? but they’re not like ants at all, really. ants have a purpose, a structure they scrabble across the pavement as the sun beats down with a common goal carrying huge leaves between them thousands of times their weight nor are people like wildebeest who stampede wildly across the plains: LIONS! RUN! their purpose is logical their goal is survival but people people swarm in great swarthy swathes sweating their way through the summer slipping and shivering their way through the snow there are so many of them, and their goals are so individual so complex not for them the ingrained logical processions not for them the sole desperate stampede away from danger no. they have a society have a culture and wrapped in the cloaks of their conforms and their norms they slither through the daylight take up the space around them give no heed to how they’re filling it or who must take it next. it’s why i like the early mornings and the late night times when the world is empty barren silent and pure untainted by the congestion of the day.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
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