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you’d like to return to the old black white TV,
to the old ball of 35 lei inflated with the bicycle pump and to the poplars in front of the block from the street you once used to live on, to be able to (re)make yourself a comfortable childhood like Marte Bèraud or Mirabelli in front of the scientists did their paranormal things – out of nothing or just by thinking to the days spent behind the block, in the grass glittering with beetles and the smiles of the girls living on the 2nd floor with names of forest fruit and flowers with strong fragrance anyway humanity does not need you as an adult and work (it’s been proved) will not free you while life is correctly seen only by means of their communication channels and not distorted as you see it from your office or from home and still there is no smart Matrix free of agents named Zion or hell knows how else but a permanently controlled déjà vu sensation out of which no escape is possible in this very world
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