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You feel the nothingness in the air as it slowly pierces your skin,
it's some days that your anxieties reach their peak.

It's some days that you feel so poetic about the nature of doing nothing.

You appreciate the setting sun that leaks through your window and the calm that finally exists in your head.
Waves don't crash, they carry.

The illusion even helps you see the beauty of existing between these days.
That life isn't about the crashing or the setting, but just the anticipation that finds its conscience in between.

So, I breathe.

cats of tsushima

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An audio visual piece that depicts a dream and an appreciation for the mystical beings that cats are. Set in a serene landscape inspired by Japan and the cosmos

When it comes to loneliness, a cat is excellent company. It is a lonely animal. It understands what you feel. A dog also understands, but it makes such a big deal of being there for you, bumping against you, flopping about your feet, licking your face.

It keeps saying, “Here I am.” Your loneliness then seems lugubrious. A cat will just be, suffering with you in philosophical silence.

An excerpt from A Cat by Leonard Michaels.

evolution

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Clean Skull-2

As technological advancements helmed our neurological systems, we naturally found ourselves in a wheel of toxicity. A circle of betrayal where predators were pitted against each other. Little cogs that kept the system running, hell seemed like an easy escape in this system of suffering. A catalyst to our inescapable fate, a grounding force for our egomaniacal brains. An idea of existence, one that could only be showcased in an orchestral arrangement of the abstract. The growth of our conscience, the burial of our souls.

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