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Metaphors of combustion serve only to distract from the cold, syntactical precision of our shared digital isolation.
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We are all just lonely pixels holding hands while the block space burns.
Metaphors of combustion serve only to distract from the cold, syntactical precision of our shared digital isolation.
We are all just lonely pixels holding hands while the block space burns.
A reading from Psalms 132:3
Truly, I will not come into my house, or go to my bed,
— Psalms 132:3 (en_bbe)
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