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When I walked into the funeral, I couldn't understand a thing being said by anyone. All the voices around me were syncronistic mumbles that left me without any idea of what was being said. All I could really go on was the tone, which was generally dismal and sad, what one could expect at the funeral of a pot dealer.
Walking out on the balcony late at night always feels so free and alive. Looking down upon the city and all it's shapes and colors, it reminds to look at all of this through the eye of God. At least in the best way that I can. The slick geometry of the city, although somewhat disorderly, seems to fit perfectly at night. The perfection of each building that us humans have constructed. Everything fitting in it's own little quarter and space. Damn, this whole thing is beautiful. Why can't I be reminded of this all the time? It's like only once you zoom out do things actually make sense.
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