The books, the cases the florescent lights, the carpeted floors, the musty smell… and words words words words flying around the room, your mind, in every direction.
NO ONE SPARED!!!
Dozens of people sitting around and not a soul to talk with,
So here I am.
Sitting on my comfortable
But-not-too-comfortable-that-i-might-fall-asleep chair
Splitting my thoughts onto this computer screen, not hoping that it is true.
In this tusk-tower I discovered that all is contingent – the foundations of this ethics-temple were built on the mauled corpses of elephants.
I only hope that what I am spitting onto the screen will be my ticket into a world which may have the gall to accept me.
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