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The Birth of the Ether, or the Rise of Human Disconnection

by @peter-christian-ness

We can always arm ourselves, said Epicurus; against all sorts of things, but when it comes to death, we are under the constant, universal misconception that we are somehow able to emerge from our defenseless citadel unscathed. Step outside the citadel singular obscurity. Medulla Oblongata. Listen...listen...RATS! Send in the snakes! The door slams Sisyphus' boulder Into the ocean Splash-ripple, dripple, burn the strip. Abort the trip! A Singular Obscurity ...
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Written by
peter-christian-ness
Norwegian
Published
May 1, 2014
Time
1m
Tags
#of#stream#conciousness#albert#camus
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