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Vanilla Town
Town Social
In the world of endless forward movement, I find myself looking back constantly. Why must this be? Why is that a thing? Why do we use our boundless skill to create things that are utterly useless? Are we in an endless struggle to get another endorphin hit? Are we so conceited that we would refuse to consider the alternative, instead merely chasing a hopeless dream of ‘being there when it happened’?
Is this the fate to which humanity is resigned? That we refuse to challenge ourselves and instead defer to our base instincts in a world that seemingly has been in horrid stasis for months on end?
We see our minds regressing, our hopes wholly relying on the salvation promises by modern medicine. We look blindly into the future, hoping that the well we’ve nestled up against will provide for us in this boundless desert. It will provide a future for us that we never had before.
The sun will rise in the morning, and will set in the evening.
Our hopes a dream. We are dreamers yet again, are we not? What will we find in this desert?
only the future to stride toward
no point in looking back
i do not care if death is all fate holds for me
ill know in the end that i tried to do something
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