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Jailers
10:31
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While they accept to dissolve in the flows and bow down to the forces of nature, Lives are, in the
meantime, secretly making a new start. Soon water particles come together and arise out of the mires,
shaping separate bodies. Plain and single entities seem to be drifting above the quagmires. Expectations
are high as the liquefied world brings with it dreams of evenness. Old jailers have been fully merged into
the same stormy bath as all lives. Dreams of blank slates have never been so close to coming true. Yet it
took a still but unavoidable time, like the fall of a dead leaf, for several bodies to form clusters, and for
clusters to become institutions. A civilization is hatching out of the flood, clearing the fog and melting the
frost. So far, nobody has been forced to act like a jailer. But still the question remains: how did new
jailers arise so quickly from nothing and nowhere?
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Walls
03:41
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If souls can dwell in real bodies, then laws, beliefs and certainties might spread in between them. Walls
appear physically and mentally after such a long time, a time emptied of its landmarks. Walls made out of
steel and fear are being raised all over a drying land that was supposedly doomed to a damp and green
chaos. Instead of a wild and blooming splendor, this land got designs, thoughts, strategies, from the forces
of a dry reason. Lives are slowing down their pace, and soon their bodies will be shaped equally. A few of
them realise a window of potential and elation is being closed by the magnetic strengths of sociability.
Their insurrection, this fabric of air, feathers and thirsty fires, is randomly poping up like mushrooms of
flames. A spur party, an ephemeral bliss, finally buried by tons of dry and cold sand coming from
stringent skies. Then, after all the flames have been thoroughly choked, a last light is feeding the skins,
for the very last time, through the bars of a shadowing civilization, before the sun definitely dies out.
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Casual
02:09
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Once the lights of life had completely faded, builders, workers, lawyers and jailers threw their plans on
the ground and turned them into concrete in the blink of an eye. No resistance was shown as it would
have required the glimmers of the infinite, the wobbly starlights from the inner cores, long gone by then.
The lifetime is being divided thou by thou, until each move equals a century. Hundreds of water cycles
from frost to fog would not be enough to catch a single breath of rarefied air. Something, from nothing
and nowhere, is swallowing time and turning oxygen into dust. Lives put themselves in a coma, a steady
rest. It seems that institutions can grow out of lives and forsake them right after their walls are firmly
grounded. If every sparkling desire and twinkling memory has fallen into such a deep sleep, something
might still be feeding them from underneath. Something viral got inside the lives' core drives. That's why
it all started once all needs were met, it all started with a casual success.
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Stolidity
08:36
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Consciousness is turning in a loop while bodies freeze. Thoughts are spreading through the bones,
ligaments and tendons, where the blood is scarce and the frost weak. Thoughts are raving, wild and
confused. They're trapped in frozen corpses, which makes them delusional and eager.
To them the meaning is lost and it always has been. Enemies got inside, where they've always been.
Hordes of greedy allies and inner monsters grow, when all tracks disappear. Still patterns still, on
battlefields without purpose. Unmoved in trench warfare, self-assigned at war without order. No tyrant,
no bond, no border. Enemies got inside, they got inside. The war's never been so real, targets are
haunting.
Landmarks used to be clear, they’ve all weakened. Playing with blanks and learning stolidity. Fierce
inside, stiff outside. Innate turned fake, weapons reversed, patterns first.
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Now
02:30
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Lives taking out their own, to avoid the jails of the eternal now, would be the last option left if only
moving was allowed. Now is the time of none. Now is a reign under which no shelter can be found,
sentencing life with an infinite inner runaway. Thoughts are exploring the lack of boundaries,
experiencing a lucid drift with neither past nor future. Loops and patterns never surrender, besides, they
can't be remembered since time collapsed. Insane thoughts feel the need for rest and resting lives the need
for insanity. Nonetheless, movement is still stuck and quietness is colonizing every atom around.
Thoughts are condemned to a world of steadiness while a mad rage consumes them. Soon they'll find a
hidden path amongst illusions, delirious patterns and elusive exits. Now will soon be a memory and the
eternal jail makes little failures imaginable.
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Frozen
07:10
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From the outside, nothing could be more normal. The world seems so quiet now, it got frozen, somehow.
But among the unexpected lack of sense and boredom, through the filthy breaches of social standards,
beneath the crust of silence and peace, a muted war is crawling. A muted war is blowing. It would be
such a relief to finally mourn this old dying world, once and for all, as thoughts are ready to be part of
something bigger than inner drifts. They start to remember and see horizons, even if the world is perfectly
stalled by the weight of its civilization and the height of its walls. Moreover, a thick dam contains
particles, scattered and dismembered for the sake of a deep, black and undaunted stillness. Cracks are
expected but lives are still unable to shiver. The vibrations of thoughts and dreams are growing inside a
totally frozen ocean of potential lives. Movement is being held as eternity reigns. Fantasies are blooming
within the old remains of lives rambling under tons of promising waters turned into solid and lifeless
matter.
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