http://www.michaelpollan.com/article.php?id=97
FATHEADS
Why does the man, dirty and soiled, with the creased shirt, smile more easily, speak with more optimism than all the those choking in ties, standing firm like the facts they know too well, forbidding them to relax, in case something in their attire shifts out of place, reveals something they'd rather not show... a roll of pasty flesh, squishing through the button holes, something out of their control, shaming but unintentional...like the business they do so well, to maximize profits so they can buy a larger shirt size each year.
There is nothing we can do but just improve on the system we already know is failing us. We must make changes from within the system apparently, a preventative measure to help seal the holes in the the levies, better this time, higher, so the truth won't leak out so devastatingly again. At least not in our life time...
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Why can't we feel between each other all life's intensity without the music on in the background?
water, waves, spray, white noise, blasting it all away, the louder the better.
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this is an amazing piece soph. I am so excited for you and your creations in the years to come. You are gonna do something great!
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