the drone of monotonous tasks drown all legible nuances of hope. the hamster wheel turns fast, but only with considerable effort to make the sun traverse the sky and pull it’s moon over our weary shoulders. yet the dreams of slumber yield only to the violate bleats of the morning buzzer. unfortunately, time is never experienced to be linear. the science of the mind is lost in it’s own foolishness. it can take a lifetime, or for those unlucky, never at all, to sustain a moment’s dream. but it’s in the absurdity of repetition that we find the value of innovation, it’s in the pain of waking up that we find the value of slumber. when we wake, when we sleep, when we dream.
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