by Shaun Lawton
Adrift in a sea of digital information, it occurs to us that it has always been impossible to know what's real, the only difference now seems to be that we can be freed from persecution for believing in any of it.
I know that sounds like some sort of sick joke, believe me it isn't supposed to be. Some things always stay the same, for example the persecution of orderliness. Other things keep on changing, like being granted wider access in the streets.
Adrift in a sea of digital information, here in what's left of the post-pandemic world, the survivors continue to spill over from their various waterspouts into their cozy receptacles aligning the interior labyrinth of the new age.
Exploding underworld growing exponentially through the now hypercubed network of dimensional portals branching out into the compressed colonies assembled into aggregates now considered part and parcel of the cubic kingdom of Faraday.
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