No matter where you go the cacophony of life will flow. The mixture of the music and the people who inhale the rhythm of the beats as you get a bit of what they do. The brief intersections of class and classless with tread and don’t tread, and perhaps that glimmer in those instances where perhaps people remember they are human again. The automaton of the brain is engaged as nuances are confronted and differences seen. We are forced to live in the moment because that’s what there is- the moment. The complex range of emotion that we define with simplistic terms and boxes aren’t so useful anymore. The cacophony doesn’t allow for it.
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