Andrei: |
Too often I feel like a small sargasso: shallow, stagnant, & aimless. |
| Elijah: | Doesn't society turn many people into teeny ponds instead of oceans? Aren't we born for more? |
| Ellesha: | I like to think we are responsible for our own destinies. |
| Andrei: | Yeah, but aren't you're overlooking zhe importance ah individual choice? |
| Soo: | Besides, ritteru ponds are easier to manipurate. If you want to kontroru someone, makku 'em feel smarru. |
| Philyra: |
On the macroscopic level, that's just a source of variance – and often not the most significant.
The system parameters mostly depend on factors beyond individual control. |
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floating in a sargasso of consciousness adrift from any shore slowly i churn amidst debris caught in a flotsam between gulf streams stagnant & coiled among algal strings a synthetic, rotting relic of uprooted history this wavering flotsam hides more than meets the eyes – within its clumps sea horses dart as tiny crabs defend territories & fish blend with thick reeds & hydras offer poison barbs to passers by – move carefully deep beneath this pageantry is a dramatic change of scene: beyond shards of sunlight in waters cool & clean iridescent creatures of the night wait for morsels to snap & eat |
