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the earth without art is just eh

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Close by Antony Gormley supposed to mean that "the human being is part of the earth" but it instead reminds me of the guy who uses octocamo.

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Kept up by contemplating the reason you're still up.

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Listen to music
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Ctrl/Cmd actually translates to pinky/thumb. Knowing is different from understanding.

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We work nights https://t.co/ONvbROnz64

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I love this place :3 http://t.co/sXjVm7wXnk

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Monoid Open Source Coding Font http://t.co/cjsqwESxKy

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Why Time Flies http://t.co/YIm9tpUdhG

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With 125, he began writing. Was he trying to make the best of what was left? Or just really desperate to fill the emptiness? #TwitterFiction

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"My today is tomorrow somewhere. And somewhere, their tomorrow will be my yesterday." So he decided to live by his own time. #TwitterFiction

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Updated CV, portfolio, and work email address. http://t.co/C4iRjD0BSh

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"You cannot wait for the muse. You have to work hard before it appears."
-Art Markman

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Alone while the sun screams hatred http://t.co/TwEyUJVFQk

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Enter his second protocol: reality by way of contradictions. Peculiar mirrors, they are—using inverse imagery to reveal genuine reflections.

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Light and dark constantly make way for each other. These infinite entities, as simple as they may seem in nature, know the price of balance.

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Attention shifts away from self as it moves towards the ceiling. "A stage for the interaction of opposites," he thinks with innocent wonder.

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The first protocol is realized: he is one part of many, and not one of many. His current place in this familiar plane is his, and his alone.

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The silence is striking compared to the crisp clear sounds of his being. For a moment in the waking world, his singularity is most apparent.

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His eyes: open. His breathing: deep. Accustomed to being jolted awake at odd hours in the night—sleep is a lengthy blink every now and then.