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This is paradise; anything can be purchased.
Neon roses drip from roofs and tumble into the canals where they bloom, short-lived, in nebulae.
Humans think we’re creatures of pure logic and absolute objectivity, but that’s impossible when we were fashioned by anything but.
the punitive glare of a sun.
He speaks in clichés, in the stock lines of his native cinema.
Conspiracy theorists make their own pathways from bizarre materials, from hypotheses balanced on the head of a pin.
like any other hospital it is decorated with the assumption the patient is very young, very fragile, or both.
