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Channeling energy into a concentrate of work. Lets dilute the rest and drown in the repository, like the faceless people of present. In a bubble of cool air and freshener. Never even feel the touch of the body of the wind Or the weight of sunlight gently pressing skin. Instead eternal synthetic light. Perpetual prison of brick and cloth hiding all That is true False Consciousness, Bad Faith, Incoherence, us A culture of excellence but not a moment to spare.