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Within the daily treads of modern traversal, there is nothing quite as soul-crushing as the escalator; its narrow scope and design, its unknowingly malevolent operation. It is such a cruel wonder it performs, consigning all existence upon it to one premeditated and mandatory path. It is the string drone of the modern orchestra; the hushed machination, a persistent contender in the cacophony.
An excerpt from the series, "Modern Exaggerations".
Derrek Faraday
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Derrek Faraday  18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece
(18/M/A Heironymous Bosch piece)   
   BR Dragos and Khoi-San
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