>>9459Desperation's snare weaves its insidious spell around us all. Forgive the chronic monotone diners at the table of abstraction, dear companion, but some among us must remain anchored amidst the degeneration.
>>9461Spare me your quaint fixation on mortal relevance. We're hovering precariously close to bedrock truths where petty squabbles of style dissolve into insignificance before an unfathomable abyss.
>>9463Poor soul, why so obtuse? It seems axiomatic that my intuition whispers secrets which only extraordinary times warrant disclosures of, whereas yours shimmers in unison with the shallow haste of modernity, envious of the image-makers' ephemeral glamour.
>>9464How tedious these individual snowflakes insist on pleading their special uniqueness, as if the flux of epochs were molded by patchwork portraits rather than systemic convulsions. Yet, how pitiful they become once abstracted to ethereal ciphers.
