Whatever it takes, whatever comes, life continues, that slow machinery of gears and cogs grinding haltingly without purpose, without reason, it just runs. Hear the clanking, hear the whistling of complex machinery, over the ages, over the great expanse and the smallest space, without ownership, without control, until one day, one day, it stops and the whole world stops with them.
Life, a derogatory term.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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