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The Hall
A man ran down a dimly lit, grey hallway. There was little variance as his surroundings rushed past other than the ocassional airlock or notice carelessly spray painted on the wall. He hadn't time to glance the paintings but recognised many simply by their colour and shape. "Area Quarantined". "Don't run". "DANGER: NO PRESSURE". These warnings didn't bother him as they dated back tens if not hundreds of years, and the danger they represented had long passed. The danger from which he ran now was very real and very present however. He dared not even think of it. The hallway suddenly forked into a T which, due to a flaw in prediction, sent him nearly crashing into the wall ahead. His outstretched arms aided his descent in speed and as he pushed off he stumbled and almost fell over trying to regain his sprint down the new hallway. As he propelled forward a voice behind yelled something indecipherable. "Well, they know which way I went," he thought to himself. Losing his persuers at an intersection was never the plan, but it would have made for a great convenience. "Careless! Careless and stupid!" he chastised himself, "I should have just waited, why did I have to rush things like that? I had all the time in the world!" He expelled the thoughts from his mind. Such distractions would only serve to make him forget his haste, which is of the utmost importance. A recognisable mark jogged him back to the task at hand. It was a red triangle with a large 3 in the centre. To many this would mean nothing, but with no equivalent one or two, or four or five in sight it was a clue. He ran past an airlock. The purple trim betrayed it's purpose, it had been used to store janitorial supplies. This region of the station was largely unpopulated however and the door had not opened in a long time. Another air lock was passed, this one a crack open and as dead as space itself. From within nothing could be seen but darkness. This was not his goal. The lights in this hallway were mostly dead, and those that weren't cast eerie light through dust that had settled over years of neglect. In the distance a dusty bulb illuminated an airlock across from it. The airlock itself was a faded yellow, as though it had been faded in the sun. Yanking the card from his pocket, he gripped the airlock's handle to slow himself down and smashed the card into the scanner. After a tense moment the airlock loud clicks, which due to age had become clunks, were heard from inside as it unbolted itself and opend with a groan. He knew not to wait for it to open all the way and leapt through the half open portal before something banged against something it shouldn't and the airlock began to close again. "Good luck following me in here!" He jeered and kicked the airlock. A low clopping was heard outside as footsteps arrived at the door. He knew they lacked the tools to open it and as such had entered a safe refuge from the persuers.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he managed to make out the outline of his goal, the atmospherics pump. Though he knew that it hadn't been active for a long time, the pipes it was connected to could lead to anywhere on the station if traversed for a significant period. He glanced at the ID in his hand as he put it into his pocket. The face resembled his own but the name was not his. Not anymore at least. It said Rictar Lethlin, and that was not he. The man smirked and tugged his sleeve, rolling it into a tuck above the elbow. He rose his hand and gestured towards the wall. Pale blue light flooded the room before him as a map was projected onto the wall. Tracing and manipulating the map with a finger, he drew red lines detailing a discrete route through the various service tunnels that networked the region's vital systems. Relaxing his hand, the room was once again plunged into darkness save for a dull orange glow emanating from a lonely terminal. The terminal's purpose was once to control the valves and fans that pumped air into and out of the local sector, now it eternally flashed an angry warning claiming disconnection from the central server. There was a strange kinship between the disconnected terminal and the man, living in exile from his former purpose in society. Feeling the toll of the sudden chase, the man donned his coat as a blanket and laid himself to rest beneath the broken terminal.
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What is consumerism but distraction from the state of things We got no altruism cos we encumbered by the weight of things Buy replacement things Chicken wings Huxley said we'lbe subdued by drug based brainwash methods But dogs on top found a solution and it didn't make us methheads We have the power and throw it away because it requires effort We're told to avoid doing things that require change or think So we drink. Shows in your ink. Big man Scrooge gives us the pieces but we let him move them for us I've seen the matrix the set fell back and now I am the walrus We demand the answers we know and hate and the man replies in twitters So we grab our swords and in our delirium mash them with our quivers Just do what's fun play by the rules and they won't bother with us The second you step out of line not coming home for chrissmas (But) I've heard a whisper It'll be a crisper.
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An understanding of love and hate.
Love is a fickle thing. It is a positive energy that can be conjured out of nothing and subsequently return to nothing seemingly uncontrollably. It is the equal and opposite of hate, the negative energy. Anger, vengeance, jealousy, spite, these are all emotions on the spectrum of hate. Happiness, sympathy, respect, willingness to help others, these are all caused by love. Love isn't the bond shared between two romantically linked beings, or rather, they do share love but that is not my strict definition of love. When two humans or even sentient creatures share a spoken or unspoken agreement or understanding that they want each other to succeed, be comfortable, or just have things go there way, this inspires love. Positive energy is released in both beings and it strengthens them. The averse to this is when two entities want more for them self at the peril of another, this uneven connection spawns hate. To save the world we truly all need to love one another, but can't do so until we abandon hate completely. Now obviously I know this isn't easy, it's so deeply ingrained in our lives and cultures that we almost can't imagine a world without hate. We can't comprehend our minds working without a constant desire to stop people getting more than us, to cut down that person who is enjoying something you personality wouldn't enjoy or perhaps wish you could enjoy. However I argue that this is NOT human nature. Hate isn't necessarily a byproduct of mankind as people are often led to believe. For example, I witnessed a dog start a fight with another dog that was getting more attention than itself. This a primal example of jealousy and hatefulness, and proves that honestly, animals can be a source of both hate and love much as humans can. Therefore I suggest that it is our duty as an intelligently superior race to rewire our brains through generations of positive reinforcement to not only perpetuate love for all denizens of existence, but to also forge a society in which it is social suicide to suggest hateful ideas. The reason a lot of the world's problems exist is because we simply accept them as a collective.
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Nicole Wermers Untitled Forcefield (disc angle) 2006 mild steel 88 x 12 1/2 x 88 inches
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Tips to be free
We are all cosmic dust. Life has no meaning. When you die your body rots and your consciousness ceases to exist. Nothing has meaning. The only things that matter are your feelings and memories. Abandon hope and fear, stop caring about bullshit and let shit go. You are free, make what you will of your life and STOP WORRYING
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Steps for a better world.
Overcome your evolutionary urges
Conquer animalistic desires
Abandon greed, hate and ego
Only then may we progress as a species and create a perfect world Only then may we transcend
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Schichten | Deskriptiv
Spherical iterations and emerging symmetrys.
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It seems like so many problems could be resolved if people just chilled the fuck out and stopped getting worked up over trivial shit. Everybody is too concerned about themselves to realise that other people have shit to deal with too.
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I've been lost for awhile, but lately things are really starting to pick up and go my way, so I have a lot to be thankful for. Please, if you read this think about something you're thankful of, and if it's a person, send them a nice message on facebook. Everyone likes to randomly hear they're appreciated :)
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