From The Devil’s Advocate.

John Milton: You sharpen the human appetite to the point
where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God…and where can you go from there?

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9th of January, 2012.

"Don’t be a buzzkill". The stumped phrase reverberates my night but the after effects weasel out immediately leaving behind nothing but a sore heart. The only taut hinge: what does it matter? Present is nothing but a speck, past is none but gone.