Our Descent Into Madness Is Believing We’ve Ascended Into the Cloud
The Culture of Death
The fog is so thick now
We’re buried up to our necks in it
Our bodies out of sight
And out of mind
Making the ground beneath our feet
An out-of-body experience
And the longer we dissociate
The more we associate this life of the mind
With death
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