Andrei: Hmm. . . Nozing optimistic here.
Ellesha: On the material plane it's what we have: layer after layer of eating.
Soo: I wish dare were a way beyond it all.
Philyra: You can't get beyond it – all the chanting & bowing & praying iz basically non-sense & marketing. However, you can make a heroic choice not ta fear & stand wherever you're needed.
Jules: I'm not a hero, just an ordinary dude with plenty ah short-comings. In fact, at times I wonder if I'm human: there are so life forms swimming in this skull.
Andrei: Zhat's the same as all of us. And I kun relate to zis poem – it reminds me of Dovlatov and Golding.
Elijah: Really? It reminds me of crystal fractures under polarized light.
Work Conditions - an art work and poem by Tim Newfields

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