AMldous Huxley ❂ The Doors of Perception (1954)y actual experience had abeen, was still, of an indefinite duration or alternatively of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse.
The crushing weight of foolish acts that left a bitter pain?How could I let my spirit bow, and how could I sustain
I tear the pictures of the past and cast them to the flame, To wash away the stains of old, and cleanse my heart of shame.
I believe animals should have rights, as I do with humans, but despite that claim—I still eat cows, and eggs, watch dogs scramble for scraps, and do nothing about it but think "𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲."…
Small bridges crossing dry riverbeds that children insist on pretending are dangerous canyons.
The settlement has expanded.
Not into a city.
into somewhere people never seemed to leave.
The Archive crew passes a weathered sign.
No longer updated.
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